The hands on the wall clock ticked away. Weston carried Stella to the living room. Stella protested a
little and did not want the doctor to see such an embarrassment, but her protest was to no avail.
Weston’s possessiveness and dominance were clearly on a higher level than before, and it was
impossible to oppose his decisions. He would make her comply one way or another , gently and slowly.
Hayden sat on the sofa and went through Stella’s examination report. When he heard movements, he
looked up with a slightly surprised smile.
"Mr. Ford, you’re… what an eye-opener."
Hayden was not invited to the wedding, but even he had heard about the bride’s brazen escape
attempt. With Weston’s cold and ruthless character, the runaway bride would’ve probably been taught a
lesson. Hayden cared little for such gossip and nonsense, nor did he pay any attention to the story’s
development. The incident, however, surprised him. It was obvious that Weston treasured this woman
deeply.
"This is Hayden. You can call him Dr. Quirk."
Weston ignored Hayden’s meaningful words and put Stella down on the sofa. After she sat down, he
introduced Hayden to her.
"He’s a psychology expert who’s just come back from his studies overseas." Stella nodded.
"Hello, Dr. Quirk. I’m Stella…"
"Just call her Mrs. Ford,"
Weston interjected before she could finish her greeting.
"Sure," Hayden said and greeted Stella.
"Mrs. Ford." Hayden noticed Stella’s discomfort and found it interesting.
"Mr. Ford’s hired me to solve whatever that’s bothering you. Can you tell me about what’s been
stressing you out?"
Stella frowned. She seemed like she did not know how to start. Hayden gave Weston a look.
"I think it might be better if I speak to the client alone."
Hayden used to be Guinevere’s main doctor, but he had never seen Weston so nervously hovering
around the entire time.
Weston's eyes turned dark. "Alone?"
"A large part of Mrs. Ford’s anxiety must have come from you," Hayden said faintly and looked hawkish
.
"If you stay here, it may interfere with the treatment."
Weston withdrew his gaze and turned to Stella.
"Do you want me to stay here with you?"
He was asking for her opinion. Stella shook her head.
"No need. Let's heed the doctor's advice."
She managed a forced smile at him.
"You should go ahead and get your work done. I'll be cooperative."
"Okay."
Weston stood up and patted her head.
"I'll be in my study. If you need anything, just come."
"Okay..."
After Weston left, the intimidating pressure seemed to ease slightly. Hayden saw Stella's sudden relief
and said slowly, "Mrs. Ford, tell me about your problem."
Stella furrowed her brows.
"Where should I start?"
"Anywhere will do. You can tell me anything."
Therefore, she told him one of Weston's biggest concerns. She told Hayden about her rejection of his
closeness. Hayden seemed deep in thought after listening to her.
"Selective aversion. That's interesting..."
He paused a little before asking, "Have you ruled out congenital aversions, as well as physical
reasons?"
Stella nodded. "I've checked. There's no problem."
"Hm..."
Hayden looked at her with a steady gaze and questioned, "Mrs. Ford, do you love Mr. Ford?"
"What?"
Stella did not react at first and was stunned after realizing his question. She did not answer, so Hayden
waited patiently for her. After a long while, Stella finally lowered her head in annoyance.
"I don't know..."
She suddenly sounded defensive.
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