NovelEnglishChapter 307 Weston was caressing her hair and accidentally pulled too hard. Stella gasped at the
sharp twinge of pain which sent tears to her eyes, which continued staring stubbornly at him.
Weston sighed and planted a kiss on her forehead. “I‘ve already given you my word and I won‘t let
anyone touch you. Trust me.” These were clearly tender words of promise, yet he said it in such a cold
and unfeeling manner.
Stella‘s words brought to his mind the one–year promise they had between them, which Stella seemed
to always have at the back of her mind.
Even though she appeared well–invested in the role of a woman who only had eyes for him, it was
likely that she was still thinking about how she could leave him. Otherwise, why would she always bring
up the one–year timeline? “Your acting skills have improved tremendously indeed,” Weston looked into
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇther eyes and commented. Stella didn‘t understand what he meant but knew vaguely that it wasn‘t
anything good. She said, “I just hope that you keep your promise and do as you say.”. She chuckled
self–derisively, “I don‘t want to always be on guard against Guinevere‘s attacks, especially when I was
forced against my will to be someone‘s secret lover.” Weston’s face darkened, clearly displeased at
how she described herself using such nasty terms.
“Exactly which part of you looks like a secret lover?” Stella said, “What must I do to fulfill your image of
a secret lover? Always hiding in the dark and living in the shadows? I never hide from Roger, yet I‘m so
ashamed about letting him know about our relationship...” “You‘re the one who‘s overthinking
everything,” Weston cut her off as frustration mounted in his chest. “As long as you‘re willing, I can let
our relationship be open and aboveboard.” The mocking smile remained on Stella‘s face. “You can, but
I still want my pride.” The world had always been prejudiced in its judgments between men and women;
between the powerful and the weak.
The pressures that she and Weston faced were worlds apart. He could not even begin to comprehend
her plight and the difficulties she endured. He could only speak from his own perspective and regard
the pressure she was facing as nothing worthy to fuss over. The sudden ringing of the phone pierced
through the air, cutting through the tense atmosphere.
Stella saw Weston‘s face change.
When he answered the call, she stood up and walked to the other side, giving him space. Despite not
having much to speak to each other about, they displayed a certain level of chemistry that at times,
was often left unspoken.
Weston looked deeply at her without a word and left the room with his phone at his ear.
Stella simply stood where she was without following him out of the room.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmA while later, she walked out in need of a cup of water.
When she walked past the hall, she saw Weston standing on the balcony, speaking into his phone with
slight annoyance, “Settle such trivial matters yourself. Don‘t spread your negative vibes to me.” As if
possessed by something, Stella halted in her footsteps. The strong night breeze blew across the
balcony.
It hadn‘t snowed the past few days, but the harsh weather remained frigid and unforgiving. It was
always like this when the season was transitioning out of winter. It wasn‘t as cold, but the wind was
chilly to the bone.
Weston didn‘t have much patience for those he did not deem important. “‘I don‘t have the time to listen
to your whining. As for what Guinevere did to you, that‘s her business and not mine.”
Stella retracted her gaze and hid herself in the shadows.
She had some guesses as to whom Weston was on the phone with.
It was either that woman at Lowe Garden, or perhaps some other woman entirely.
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