Chapter 958
Perhaps the time since the afternoon helped to simmer down Stella’s anger, but regardless of the
cause, she was no longer furious at Weston.
In fact, she even saw the truth in his words-she had tried to run from the wedding, but Weston
managed to intercept her and bring her back.It was only natural that she accepted the consequences of
her actions and get punished.
It would be foolish to assume that just because he had been treating her with tenderness these past
few days, it meant he would let her off the hook.
“How long are you planning to lock me up in here?” she asked calmly after a long silence.
"Can you give me a specific duration?” Weston turned to her and scrutinized her face under the dim,
yellow glow of the night light.
"You're not assuming I would give you a one-year deadline like I did last time, are you?”
“But…surely you're not going to lock me up forever?!”
"Why can’t I? It’s your fault for being so stubborn.” The body under the blankets kept rising and falling
as if a tempest of anger was brewing underneath.
Stella took a deep breath to calm herself down before saying, “You can’t keep me inside here
forever..."
Stella then suddenly softened her demeanor and touched the back of his hand.
“Even animals are let out sometimes.They're never kept inside their entire lives..."
"Are you comparing yourself to livestock?” Weston’s ire was triggered, and he raised her chin.
“Is that what it feels like being with me? You feel like you’re a caged animal?”
“That’s not what I meant…”Stella denied.She felt that everything she said to him had to be wrong and
would provoke his rage.
Was it because she could not give him the most basic thing he wanted? Was it becauseshe couldn't
even have sex with him, and that was why she would frustrate him no matter what she said? “Weston,
I'm completely powerless right now.
What more do you want from me?” She looked at him and soberly added, “I will never run away ever
again.I can’t even if I wanted to.I'm completely in your hands now, so what more do you want?” Her
voice cracked as she spoke.Laced with quiet despondency , it was as if being with Weston was some
sort of torture.
Weston squeezed her chin with increasing force and responded, "Why ask such questions when you
know you can’t give me what I want?” He looked straight into her eyesand added, "What good are you
to me besides giving me sex?” He never intended to say such a vulgar thing, yet he blurted it out
anyway for some reason.
Sure enough , Stella's eyelashes trembled as a stinging pain pierced directly into her heart.
“Of course,” she smiled, her eyes reddening.
“I can never get pregnant again anyway, nor can I satisfy you in the way you want…so keeping me
locked up in here seems kind of pointless, isn’t it?” “Ow!” Before she could even finish ,Weston drew
close to her and nipped her face.
Because he used too much force, his sharp teeth grazed her skin, and the taste of blood filled his
mouth.
Only then did he let her go.
"Are you trying to make me mad, Stella?” His dark, inscrutable eyes fixed themselves on her,
concealing the unfathomable emotions they held.
“Or are you still thinking about running away?” he asked.
"You don't even regret your escape, do you? You only regret that you got caught before you go away,
isn't that right?" He finally asked the question that he had been unwilling to ask.
Ever since catching Stella and bringing her back, all he cared about was how he could tie Stella up so
she would never be able to leave his side again...
But he had been plagued by one question always at the back of his mind.
Indeed, he was unwilling to ask, but that did not mean he did not want to know.
Or rather, he just did not want to hear the answer because he knew he would not be able to accept the
truth ...that Stella no longer loved him.
She wanted to run as far away as she could because she no longer loved him.She could easily put on
a mask and act it all out because she no longer love him.She could not even bear to be touched by him
because she no longer loved him…
He had seen her when she loved him, so he knew perfectly well what she would be like when she
stopped.
At this point, even he detested his own perceptiveness .
Stella opened her mouth as if she was about to answer his question, but just before she could speak,
Westonsuddenly let go of her.
“Forget it,” he said.
He shoved the blankets away and got up to his feet.
“No matter what you think, you’re mine now.No matter what happens, the fact remains that you are
Mrs. Ford”
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