He rubbed the tip of her nose and asked gently, “It‘s very
late... Are you hungry? Do you want to eat something?”
She nodded.
After a moment of silence, she suddenly said, “I want Joan‘s soup.”
Weston‘s movements paused as he touched her forehead, seemingly moved.
After a while, he chuckled lightly. “Okay, I’ll let her bring it to you.”
Stella lay on his arms obediently. “How long did I sleep this time?”
“A long time.” He lowered his head to kiss her hair. “But it‘s okay because I will wait for
you to wake up.”
When she buried her face in his arms, Stella‘s expression changed.
If she hadn‘t heard the
conversation between him and Ben just now at the door, she would have been moved by his words
and believed that he genuinely liked her.
But she heard everything and knew that the man‘s words were not believable.
He would always favor Guinevere.
Stella shut her eyes and restrained her emotions. Weston felt her rare tenderness and
enjoyed the silence of this moment.
Joan quickly brought the food over. She felt a little distressed seeing the pale–
faced Stella lying on the hospital bed. “Ms. Ella, what‘s wrong with you?”
Just a while ago, she wasn‘t this thin, but after not seeing her for a few
days, Stella seemed to have lost a lot of weight.
As the fact of her kidnapping hadn‘t
been disclosed, Joan wouldn‘t know what happened to her in the past two days. She just thought she w
as sick, so she was hospitalized.
Stella couldn‘t help but think of the conversation she had heard between Weston and Ben.
That man was reluctant to make Guinevere pay the price, so naturally, he wouldn‘t tell anyone that
she was a kidnapper and murderer.
She lowered her eyes, restrained her expression, and replied in a low voice, “It‘s too late to be
bothering you...”
“What are you even saying, miss? If you want to eat, just
tell me. After all, that‘s why I‘m here.”
They‘d been living for quite some time, so a bond had formed between them.
She wouldn‘t treat Joan like a servant but as a part of her own family, especially since Stella
was very easy to get along with
Joan could feel Stella‘s respect for her, and she naturally paid more attention to her.
“I don‘t even know why you guys moved out suddenly. You live in that apartment, and there‘s
no one around to care for you... I‘m worried I haven‘t cared for you well.”
“Nonsense!” Stella comforted her. “It‘s just that.…”
She paused before looking in Weston‘s direction and smiled with some
embarrassment. “We wanted to have our personal space. It has nothing to do with you.”
Hearing this, Joan immediately understood what she meant. “Yes. Of course, I understand.”
Weston was looking at his documents, and when Stella said this, he shot her a glance.
She shifted her eyes as if a little shy when they met gazes.
Sure enough, even if she couldn‘t see Weston‘s expression, she could feel his mood shift.
He was happy.
“Joan, please stop...” Stella pleaded in embarrassment.
“Fine. I won‘t. Ms. Ella, you‘re shy, aren‘t you!” As she spoke, she teased , “Perhaps I shall soon call you
The minute her words ended, there was an awkward silence. Stella was quiet.
The mood in the room shifted.
Her words had hit a critical point between the two: their marriage.
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