Zachary’s chubby arms were still hanging in the air, showing his desire to play with Stella. Stella forced
herself to suppress her disgust. She knew that this child was innocent, but she could not face him when
she thought of the one she had.
She even loathed him.
Wendy relaxed her facial expression. “You don’t like children?” “I’m sorry. I’ve always… I am very
sorry.” She did not say anything else. She packed up and left in a hurry. Looking at her back, Wendy
had a somewhat complicated expression. Stella strode to the sink nearby and opened the tap. The cold
water flowing out of the tap chilled the surrounding area. She splashed the cold water on her face, her
eyes red.
She thought she would eventually forget, but she did not expect that she would think of her child the
moment she closed her eyes.
She would have had a baby.. The water kept on flowing, mixing with the tears on her face. In the winter,
it was unbearably freezing. The phone suddenly rang. She only managed to answer it after tapping on
the screen a few times with her freezing cold and red fingers.
“Hello?”
A male’s hoarse voice was heard from the other end of the phone. “Did you have your meal on urne?”
“Weston…” She took a deep breath and did not answer him. Noticing the silence on the other end, the
man frowned slightly. “What’s wrong?”
She remained silent. He could only hear her shallow breathing getting heavier, as if she was trying to
suppress something
Sensing, the seriousness of the situation, le pulled his collar and stood up in his office. “Is something
wrong? Talk to me, Stella.”
Stella chuckled and rested her head on her hand. Suddenly, she said, “I saw Zack. Your mom brought
him to the set. Do you sull remember our child, Weston?”
Stella was a bit out of it at the end of the day.
Wendy stopped by the set to say hi and took Zachary back afterward. Guinevere was also a bit tired.
She looked very reluctant to entertain Wendy. Regardless, Stella did not care about it. She only knew
that she had no way to face Weston calmly. When the chauffeur came, she told him directly, “I still have
something to do, so you can go back first.” “But Mr. Ford said to let us bring you home safely.” She
shook her head. “Not for now… I have some personal matters to attend to.” The chauffeur looked
reluctant, then Stella said, “If Weston asks about it, you just tell him that it was my idea.”
He still did not say anything. She frowned. “Why don’t you just call and ask him and see if he agrees?”
Although he did not say anything, he did as he was told. After the man on the other end of the phone
said something, the chauffeur hung up and looked at her. “Okay, Ms. Steele. Please be careful.”
She nodded and left without paying attention to him anymore. She knew that the moment she
mentioned the child, their relationship would return to the freezing point like before.
So she knew that Weston would not refuse her request. She was indeed using his guilt to her
advantage, which she found rather ironic.
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