Weston stood up and turned around to see Stella getting out of the car and walking toward him with a
strange look on her face.
She appeared so suddenly and quietly.
“Why aren’t you getting into the car?” Stella had wanted to leave the hospital when she first received
his text, but she decided against it and went to the car to wait for Weston.
She knew that Weston wouldn’t let her go when they returned to the mansion.
She subconsciously grabbed her bag tight, and the thought of the pill inside gave her a sense of
security.
Weston didn’t pay attention to her subtle movement and simply locked his eyes on her. “I was
smoking.”
His Adam’s apple moved as he asked her, “Why did you get out of the car?”
Stella didn’t reply to his questions but asked rhetorically.” Isn’t Guinevere in the hospital ? Why did you
come out and not keep her company?”
It sounded more like a confrontation or a reminder rather than an actual question.
Weston’s eyes were dark as his lips pursed a tight line and fell silent
Both had nothing else further to say to each other, and they simply stood where they were in silence.
It was cold in the parking garage at night.
Bone-chillingly cold.
Stella simply stood there, tucking her stray hair behind her ear, and exposing her cheeks flushed red
because of the cold.
She opened her mouth but did not utter a thing.
“Let’s head home first.”
“Let’s go home.”
Both of them spoke at the same time.
They looked at each other and fell silent again.
Weston stepped forward and held her hand. “Let’s go home.”
Stella wasn’t sure if she was right, but he felt Weston’s tone soften when he spoke about “home.”
She nodded stiffly, “All right, let’s go home.”
In the car.
They were silent throughout the entire journey.
It was like an implicit agreement between them not to mention Guinevere. They knew that the moment
her name was mentioned, silence was the only response.
The atmosphere was like ice between them, and there was nothing that could break the ice.
It was already past midnight by the time they made it home.
Stella saw the text that Roger sent her, informing her that he had arrived on campus safely. Riley also
sent her regards, which brought momentary warmth to Stella’s hollow eyes. The next moment, she
tensed up again.
That was because she saw Weston removing his coat right before her.
He flung his coat on the rack at the door and turned toward Stella. “Shower?”
-.
Stella tightened her grip over her phone. “Sure.”
Weston suddenly crouched down before her and placed his hands over her ankle. “Lift your foot.”
Stella almost lost her balance as she held his head for a quick moment before retracting her hand.
She remembered that Weston hated people touching his head.
But Weston did not react to her touch. Instead, he concentrated on helping her put on her slippers, then
stood
up before bringing her to the washroom by holding her hand,
Stella thought he would be physically intimate with her in the washroom, but he was very well-behaved
and did not touch her in that way.
It was like he really just wanted to have a shower.
Typically, Stella didn’t like to soak in a bath and preferred a quick shower.
Weston, on the other hand, really enjoyed soaking in with her.
His hands caressed her entire body, but not in an overly passionate manner. He simply rubbed her skin
lightly, in an attempt to make her relax.
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