Stella was startled at first, but she quickly regained her composure. “Are we starting now?” she asked.
Stella’s words might sound vague, but Weston knew exactly what she meant. The desire that had
cropped up in him just now completely dissipated in a moment. “I don’t have the mood now even if you
begged for it!” he snapped, shoving Stella away.
Weston then dashed back into the bedroom and slammed the door shut.
Stella stared at the closed door silently with disbelief. The night was still young. The television in the
living room was still on. Stella walked towards the sofa and was about to sit down when a commercial
starring Guinevere Cohen came up. The sight incited a complicated mix of feelings in Stella’s heart.
Her eyes were glued on the woman on the screen. Scenes from the past flashed across her eyes.
Stella leaned against the backrest, grabbed a pillow, and curled up on the sofa. She was wearing a
long white cotton dress. Her long hair fell softly on her shoulders. The moonlight that shone on her
dainty face made her skin look translucent. She was utterly perplexed. Weston had treated her so
cruelly because of Guinevere in the past, so why would he lock Stella up in their former home and not
allow her to leave now?
Could it be that he really missed those days when they were married?
Stella snorted at the thought. She picked up the remote and turned off the television then lay down on
the sofa and closed her eyes.
It was now past midnight.
Weston stared at his bedroom door that was closed shut. There had been no movements there at all
the whole night. He did not lock the door, but Stella didn’t even try to come in.
Weston’s face was glum. He grew impatient and tossed the blanket aside, got up from his bed and
stomped into the living room where he saw the wispy figure of a woman lying on the sofa
Stella was all curled up on the sofa, fast asleep. Weston walked over to her, his tall frame cast a long
shadow across Stella’s body as if she was covered by a blanket. Stella suddenly frowned and tossed
and turned in her sleep. She scrunched up her nose like a tiny creature that was braving the cold. She
didn’t even have a blanket on her, only a small pillow that was hugging tightly. The burning aroger
inside him frittered away at the sight of her fragile figure. He kneeled down in front of her and caressed
her face with his long singers, s ythes dhorce, then wenied alitua altanter every time he saw her. The
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veins under her skin very visible. She looked pale and fragile, yet she surprisingly possessed incredible
tenacity. Weston felt that perhaps there was nothing wrong with them going on like this. Stella might
disagree now, but anything could change with time. He was a patient hunter who now had his prey right
in his trap, what was wrong with letting her struggle for a little while? She wouldn’t be able to escape
now anyway.
His callus-covered fingers slid down from her cheeks to her lips. He leaned over slightly and was about
to kiss her…
“Weston!” Stella suddenly mumbled in her sleep. “Please believe me…
“If you save me, Guinevere will be fine. If you save her, I’ll die…
“Believe me, I’ll really die…
“My baby, I’m so sorry…” Weston froze as if he was hit by lightning. His eyes trembled violently, but his
body was paralyzed.
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