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Stella's face did not change as she mentioned Guinevere.She looked indifferent as if she was talking
about an unimportant and irrelevant person.
However, Weston's face changed. NVE
“You won't become like her.” He tipped her chin.
“You’re not the same as her.”
“How are we different?” Stella paledand smiled weakly.
“ Maybe I'm just walking her old path..." Guinevere was not crazy at first. She was a woman full of
pride. However, an illustrious woman like her ended up becoming a laughingstock because of this
man.
How would Stella fare any better? Stella lost her only child and her only chance to be a mother. He
threatened her with her brother, who was her only family and loved one. Left with little choice, she was
forced to stay by the side of that man she hated and pretended to please him.
Perhaps she would one day turn out more extreme than Guinevere. Outside the hospital . After putting
the snow rose in the trunk of the car, Stella looked at it.
"Will it tumble?" she asked anxiously. Weston gave her a look.
“You've been so careful with her gift. Why didn't you care about the gifts I gave you?”
“It's different...” Stella said.
“Zeta planted this herself.” Stella fiddled with the leaves of the snow rose. The flower wasn't yet in
bloom, but she could imagine how beautiful it would look. Weston looked down at her.
"You like handmade stuff?” Stella stayed silent. Weston had thrown lots of precious jewelry and gifts on
her like they cost nothing to him. In fact, it cost him very little. He could've given them to any woman if
he wanted to, not to mention him throwing away a fortune for that woman from Lowe Garden called
Belle. Weston stopped asking questions at her resolute silence.
He escorted her to the car and told the driver to drive back to Stardust Mansion, the place they had
stayed when they were previously married. Although they lived in different apartments, they shared
most of their memories at Stardust Mansion.
“Isn't the apartment a nice place to live?” Stella looked at the scenery outside and leaned on the
armrest.
“Why do you want to go back to the villa?" Weston wound down the car window and let her lean on
him.
“I've been running a project in Ahn City. I'll be out a lot, and the apartment is some ways away.” Stella
had been in poor health of late, and it was unadvisable that she traveled too much. However, she felt a
little suffocated by his decision. She looked out the window gloomily.
“But the villa is far away from Angelina and Yvonne...” she argued. Weston let out a low laugh and
kissed her on the forehead.
“How old are you? Why are you always thinking about a good time with your friends?”
“You make it sound as if your best friend, Henry, doesn't exist."
“We only see each other in half a year.” Weston pinched her face.
“We're also not as clingy as you ladies.”
After that, he scooped Stella up and hugged her.
"When will you be clingy with me? Hm?”. Stella stiffed as he held her in his lap. She tried to relax, but
her tense body betrayed her. She was clearly rejecting him. Weston soothed her patiently and placed
his hand on her waist. He rubbed her gently and coaxed, “Don't think too much. I'm your husband now,
Stella. Just relax...”
Stella gave up and simply buried her head in his shoulder. Things were less of a torment when she
didn't see his face. Weston thought she was just running away and let her be. He tilted his head and
kissed her on the hair.
“Don't get so stressed. I can wait.”
Finally, the car arrived at the villa.
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