Stella felt a pinch in her chin and knew he was angry.
She refused to look at him, her expression hard and stubborn.
A moment later, Weston sighed, “Stella, what exactly do you want?”
Stella said, “I just don’t want further trouble.”
“I’ll solve all of your troubles,” his eyes turned dark,“ But I hope you know what I want.”
The only thing he yearned for was for things to return to the past.
Stella looked straight into his eyes, “I was your wife back then. Who am I to you now? I can’t behave
confidently in the way you want me to in front of other people. I still want my dignity.”
“I’ve already said I can give you everything you want aside from status.’
“I don’t care for status!” Stella yelled.
The next moment, she saw Weston’s face change.
The apartment felt empty.
Stella sat at the bedside and stared dazedly at the key in her hand.
She and Weston parted ways acrimoniously again just now. He left the key with her and said he had
transferred the apartment under her name.
She didn’t fully understand what he meant by that.
Did he give her an apartment because she served him pretty well during this period?
She smiled self-derisively and chucked the key into the drawer.
Just as well, she thought. At the very least, she now had somewhere to go if she didn’t want to see
Weston.
Spring application for overseas studies was drawing nearer. The time to say goodbye had come when
both of them initially thought there was still much time to spend with each other.
Stella didn’t see Weston over the past few days, and she enjoyed the free time that came along with
that. She took a day’s leave from the crew and returned to the apartment next to Fern University to help
Roger pack his things.
Roger stood at the door and looked at Stella busying herself around the apartment. For the first time,
he did not take the initiative to take over the chores around the house, simply standing by and
watching.
“When you go overseas, there’ll be no one helping you with your laundry. You must learn to do these
things yourself.”
Roger chuckled and walked toward her. “You make it sound like you never made me do chores around
the house here.”
Although Stella was worried about his health, she never spoiled him.
Roger was more diligent than the typical young man. At the very least, he was good with household
chores. Stella didn’t want him to overtire himself, but she wanted even more so for him to be able to
manage his own life well.
She categorized his clothes and placed them neatly in his luggage case. She suddenly recalled that the
last time she helped him pack his clothes was very long ago when he first went to university.
She did it with her mother, or rather, her mother was the only one busy packing his clothes, whereas
she was just making mischief at the side. Her mother wanted to teach her how to fold clothes, and
she had gleefully agreed to it but ended up playing around instead.
She thought that her parents would protect her for her whole life and would also help her with her
clothes her whole life.
Before she turned eighteen years old, she never knew how to do any household chores. Like Roger,
both of them were pampered and too sheltered.
After that day, she grew up overnight and slowly became like her mother, and the shadow of her
parents left their imprint on her.
Roger’s eyes suddenly went red, and he turned around.“ You must take good care of yourself and
protect yourself here. Watch for your health, and don’t overwork yourself during filming. An
entertainment circle is a complicated place. You must hold onto your principles and never do bad things
for the sake of money. I’ll graduate in no time, and the prospect in my industry is pretty good. We
wouldn’t need to worry about money then…”
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