She had originally wanted to say that she was not in pain and could continue.
But seeing how Weston cared about her, she suddenly felt that it was unnecessary.
If it were in the past, she would appreciate that he stopped , but now that she had taken the medicine ,
she would only suffer if he stopped.
She didn’t want to be bewitched by his gentleness, and she tried to use this unbearable torture to
constantly remind herself not to be immersed in these gentle illusions.
If he left one day, what would be left to her would only be a hundred times more cruel than it was now.
It was rare for her to admit that she was in pain, and he seemed to enjoy it. He carried her in his arms
and gently patted her back as he comforted her.
He was treating her like a fragile treasure.
Stella nestled in his arms, which should have been a very secure embrace, but she only felt like she
was drifting.
The pervasive heat gnawed at her, and the closer he got to her, the more uncomfortable she felt.
As soon as night fell, she went back to the bedroom to sleep.
Weston gave her plenty of time to rest.
The man was no longer around when she woke up the following day.
She felt much better, and her consciousness had become clearer. She saw a black card on the bedside
table.
She was stunned.
Before this, Weston also gave her a card, but she had never really used it.
She knew that he was doing this to remind her.
Her eyes flashed, then she reached out and put the card in her wallet.
The crew was already finishing their work, and she rushed over after receiving a call from Bradley.
Angelina was already waiting for her on set. When she saw her coming, she hurriedly greeted her.
“Where have you been these two days? You didn’t reply when I sent you a message…”
After leaving the banquet last time, she texted them that she got home safe but didn’t contact them
again.
She was worried that Stella would be upset because of what had happened at the banquet.
Initially, she had wanted to invite her to shop together, but Stella never answered her phone call.
Stella shook her head. “It’s nothing. It’s just that I had something to do in the past two days, so I didn’t
have time to answer the phone. By the way…”
She asked, “What is the progress today?”
“They’re almost done. After Guinevere finishes her part, it will be your turn.”
Stella nodded and went to change her clothes.
When Bradley saw this, he walked over and asked Angelina, “How is she?”
“She looks fine,” Angelina answered. “Don’t worry too much, Mr. Lane. We will do well.”
Bradley chuckled and said, “Make fewer mistakes, and I won’t be this worried.”
Guinevere was putting on makeup, and when she heard a burst of laughter outside, she rubbed her
brows frustratingly. “Ella’s here?”
The make-up artist was drawing her eyebrows. She was already scared of making any mistakes. But
when she heard the question, her hand shook, and one of her eyebrows was drawn crookedly.
Seeing that Guinevere’s face had suddenly turned cold, the makeup artist quickly apologized. “I’m
sorry, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do that… I’m sorry!”
Instantly, Guinevere clenched her fist.
Was she that scary?
Why would they joke around Ella but walk on eggshells with her?
Were they doing this on purpose?
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