Stella nodded. Her legs started to feel wobbly, but her mind was still sober.
It felt fascinating.
She looked straight at the man in front of her. Only when she was right in front of him did he sense that
something was off. He frowned at what he saw.
“Have you been drinking?”
The strong stench of alcohol on her pierced his nose, and he suddenly laughed sardonically, pinching
her cheeks.
“Did you just drink it?”
Stella nodded in honesty.
“Why?” asked the man.
“For courage,” she replied.
She rubbed his palm. “I was afraid that you‘d scold me, so I drank a little when I came out...”
The man was dazed momentarily.
He looked at her obedient self and quickly came back to his senses. Pinching her face again, he said,
“You are making me angry on purpose.”
Then, he brought her downstairs and stuffed her into the car.“ Stay right here. I‘ll get you some water.”
Stella nodded and leaned against the window to watch him.
Weston headed to a nearby store while she stayed in the car staring at his back, looking a little foolish.
Weston shook his head helplessly.
He had left the window open, and Stella waited for him, looking at the people passing by.
The car was parked on the roadside not far from the store. Only when she was within his view could he
feel relieved.
She was staring at him blankly when she suddenly heard a familiar voice.
“Ella, is that you?”
The man sounded a bit hesitant.
Stella turned her head, and she smiled when she saw the person calling her.
“Mr. Hall, it‘s been a while.”
“Long time no see.” Justin stopped in his steps.
He thought he was mistaken, but it turned out she was really Stella.
She must be drunk. Her face was red, and she looked extraordinarily well–behaved, lying lazily on the sill
of the car‘s window.
Her actions simply seemed a little dangerous and out of place. This made him think of Bryce.
He was still a child, after all, and every time he brought him out for a drive, he liked to lay on the
windowsill. It was an unsafe action, and the boy would usually get a scolding later.
Justin surveyed his surroundings. “Are you alone?”
She shook her head. “Weston is buying some water.”
Justin nodded and chuckled. “About you... I didn‘t expect you to be his ex–wife.”
Previously, he thought that Stella was the third person in the relationship and was Weston‘s kept woman,
and he didn‘t have a good impression of her.
Then, when he discovered that it was Weston who‘d forced her into the relationship, he felt pity for her.
Perhaps men were not good at telling pity and love apart.
He impulsively wanted to marry her, while, at the same time, helping her escape Weston‘s clutches.
But for someone who could resolve things easily like Weston, his efforts turned out to be nothing but rash
attempts.
After that, as he received no more news about Stella, he gradually returned to his normal life.
He didn’t expect that the next time he heard about her, it would turn out to be such a different story.
He thought that the engagement ceremony was the result of Stella‘s hard work and that she had
successfully squeezed Guinevere out of the position.
He didn‘t expect that she was originally Weston‘s wife.
This clearly explained why Weston had refused to let her go before–it turned out the two had long been
entangled with each other.
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