Stella hooked one arm around Roger’s neck and leaned her head against his shoulder. She sighed and said, “Yvonne’s. I accompanied her on a shopping trip today and had dinner at her place.” Roger reacted little to Stella’s answer, and wasn’t much surprised either. After all, the only person here who was close enough to be Stella’s friend was Yvonne. Back then, when Stella was still searching for a job, she went as far as to ask him if Yvonne would recognize her. Roger was rather worried, but it seemed like Yvonne had accepted the fact that she was not Stella, as time went by. After all, in Ahn City, her relationship with Stella remained strictly on a business-only basis. Although they were on pleasant terms, they were mere acquaintances. She did not even know that Stella had a brother, which was why she believed it so easily. However, the person Stella met today would probably not be so easily fooled… She did not want to worry Roger, so she changed the subject, “What abo

After her class ended, Stella’s body was covered in sweat. Having just changed into a fresh set of clothes, she exited the changing room when she saw some parents gathering outside, talking about something. Stella did not have the habit of poking her nose into other people’s business. She walked alone to the other side to fill up her thermal flask. She walked out along the corridor while sipping on her water and saw the group of parents dispersing slightly. She stopped in her tracks upon recognizing someone familiar. Guinevere? What was she doing here? Guinevere spotted Stella almost immediately, despite being separated by the crowd of parents. Her smile slowly faded, but she remained calm and composed as she looked at Stella and gave her a slight nod. “Ella,” She called out to her, stood up, and walked over. Those parents looked at Guinevere, then back at Stella before whispering in hushed tones, especially those teachers in the training center who were gawking at St

Guinevere did not take Stella’s words to heart. She smiled and said, “I know that the woman was heartbroken, but she would hurt deeper the more she remains obsessed with a man like Weston. “I was very clear that the longer things dragged out, the greater harm it would bring her. That was why I tried to settle the entire issue as quickly as possible. What I didn’t expect was for that woman to be so reluctant to let go. Afterward, I was kidnapped together with her, and the kidnappers were only willing to let one of us go. Weston decided to choose me, and that woman decided to jump down from the building as revenge on Weston… “But it was not Weston’s fault, and revenge was unsuccessful.” A glint flashed past the depths of Stella’s eyes, but she did not say anything further. Guinevere’s gaze landed on her belly. “I was about to give birth. I am of the rare Hh blood group and can only have one child in my whole life. Weston holds the child in high regard and could not afford to sp

The look in his eyes was terrifying. With the restricted space in the car, Stella could feel the chill in her bones. She looked coldly at the man before her, and whatever remnant of past affection she had for him instantly vanished. “I said, can you please stop… mm!” Before she could repeat her entire sentence, Weston pressed his fingers against her lips. His body hovered over hers, almost covering her entire body. There was a split second where he almost wanted to cover her mouth with his when he heard the words he hated. Yet, he decided against that and simply put his fingers to her lips with a dark look in his eyes. “Stella Sealey, don’t anger me.” Their gazes locked. Stella couldn’t help but tremble. She clenched her fists, her guard clearly up. Weston remained in the position for a long time and, as if suddenly losing interest, he sat up straight and said, “Sit tight.” After what had happened, Stella knew how unpleasant this man’s temperament was.She didn’t w

Now, she had a temperament that contrasted starkly with that of the past. Weston knew that clearly, but he did not want her to get used to behaving like this. He could only accept people obeying his orders. He still preferred how submissive she used to be. “I repeat: Get in the car.” The silvery black luxury car inched forward alongside the lone woman walking on the road. Weston followed right next to her, staring straight ahead without looking at her, “Stella Sealey, don’t be a fool.” He gave an ultimatum, “There are no taxis for hire around. Do you intend to just walk home?” Stella slowed down in her steps and looked at him, “So what? What does it have to do with you?” Upon her words, an engine revving rang into the night sky. Weston stepped on the accelerator and sped off without a word. In the wake of the smell of burnt rubber and flying dust, Stella was stunned for a moment by the car that left so suddenly, then she chuckled self-derisively. Weston Ford was t