When Stella woke up, it was already very late. She felt she
had slept for a long time and had a long dream.
There seemed to be no one around. She lifted the quilt, and it fell to the ground. Just as she was
about to open the door and go out, she heard Ben‘s voice at the ward entrance.
“Mr. Ford, mission accomplished....”
Stella immediately halted and stood by the door. She could see what was happening outside the corrid
or through the gap.
The man stood tall with his back to her. She could see his delicate side profile from
that angle as he stood there talking with Ben.
“I saw with my own eyes that Ms. Cohen arrived
home safely. Both Mr. Cohen and Mrs. Cohen were there...”
As Ben‘s voice fell, Stella‘s pupils trembled violently –
She squeezed the doorknob in her hand tightly and calmed her breathing
... Weston let Guinevere go?
At that moment, she didn‘t know how to describe her feeling.
Bittersweet, stupid, and expected uncertainty. She should have thought of it long ago.
How could Weston punish Guinevere for her, given the relationship they had?
He probably was putting up an act.
In the end, he still let her go. She believed him, which made her a real fool.
The ridiculous thing was that Weston‘s promise to her touched her.
She told herself countless times not to be immersed in his tenderness.
But sometimes, it was still hard to control herself.
However, whenever she had her hopes up, Weston would crush them.
No matter how cruel Guinevere was to her, he would never hurt her.
Compared to Guinevere, Stella would always be the second choice. She should‘ve seen it sooner. She
closed her eyes and leaned against the door.
The door shifted, making a slight noise.
Ben immediately closed his mouth and looked over the door
Stella released her hand in a panic, stumbled a few steps
back, and hurriedly ran to the bed to lie down. Weston heard the
movement, frowned slightly, opened the door, and looked. Seeing that Stella was still sleeping peaceful
ly on the bed, he closed the door again.
Ben asked, “Has Miss Ella woken up?”
“No.”
Weston said, “Keep your voice down, don‘t disturb her.”
“Well, then I should have seen it wrongly just now...”
Ben thought about it for a while. He believed he heard some movement
just now, but he could‘ve been too nervous and heard wrong.
Weston suddenly instructed him, “Don‘t tell her about the operation she just had.” “Why?”
Ben couldn‘t comprehend it. “Didn‘t Miss Ella always want a child? If you told her that the operation just
Weston closed his eyes, and there was a roaring pain from his temples.
He remembered that Stella once looked at him with extremely disappointed eyes. It meant no
hope would be better than giving her broken hope. “Don‘t tell her
yet. She can‘t bear any huge emotions in her current situation.”
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