Stella fell silent.
It did look like she was complaining to him, and she suddenly felt rather abashed.
Weston pinched her cheeks which inevitably pouted her lips. He looked down at her and probed, “Tell
me, how did he bully you?”
Stella recounted the incident today, except with added details of her own.
Weston listened attentively to her as he combed his fingers through her hair.
Stella saw no other reaction from him and felt rather displeased. “ Why are you just listening and not
commenting?”
“What do you want me to do?”
Stella suddenly sat up in his arms and looked at him.
Awhile later, she slouched, deflated. “Forget it…”
There was a tinge of despondence in her eyes. “I better forget it.”
Leaving him with those words, she stood up to leave.
Weston pulled her back by her wrist. “I didn’t say I wouldn’t stand up for you.”
He kissed her cheeks and reached into her shirt. “Just that I charge interest.”
Stella hooks her arms around his neck.
The medicine was taking effect, and her body was ready and pliant to his touch.
He arched his brows, surprised at her enthusiasm. He hauled her up in his arms. “Seems like you’re
getting anxious.”
Since her return from her visit to Zeta’s, Stella’s medicine supply had become sufficiently stocked once
again.
Before Weston came back, she had already popped the pills.
Naturally, she wouldn’t detest his touch.
Between the ravaging voracity…
He rested his chin on her head and placed grabbed her waist. “ You’re awfully passionate today… and
so sensitive.”
He remarked emphatically as he saw Stella’s cheeks flush while she glared at him.
Yet, that glare was filled with warm passion from the effects of the afterglow.
Weston chuckled hoarsely from the depths of his chest, a low rumble that sounded pleasant to the
ears.
He leaned into her ear. “Why didn’t you go to the new apartment?”
Stella was still panting and finally managed to calm herself down. She laid in his arms and said, “Some
of my things are still at Stardust Mansion. I want to pack them up.”
“You can always ask Joan for help.”
Stella shook her head. “I told her to go on a break. She had something to attend to back at home…”
“I’ll assign someone else to take care of you.”
She shook her head again. “I can take care of myself. What’s more, the apartment is different from the
mansion. I don’t want too many people around me.”
He furrowed his brows. “Don’t tire yourself out.”
“I know.”
Stella added, “Just let Joan come over once in a while. That should suffice.”
She needed to learn to be more independent. She couldn’t allow Weston to seep into every nook and
cranny of her life once more.
The one-year deadline would be over soon. She couldn’t afford to sink into his trap of tenderness.
After the mist of passion and lust dissipated, the only thing left would be a dark, bottomless abyss.
She had always reminded herself of that.
On the day of moving, Weston had something to attend to at work, and he left everything in Stella’s
hands.
There wasn’t much that needed to be moved, in fact. For someone like Weston, he could afford to buy
a new set of everything.
Stella, however, insisted on doing everything herself and decorated the house personally.
The new apartment was in Ahn City, where the subsequent publicity work was scheduled to be carried
out.
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