She had lost.
She came a cropper... She now believed that she couldnât just let him die.
In fact, she couldnât bear to kill him!
She wanted to ask herself what kind of woman she was. At this point, she still could not kill himâ¦
Weston looked at her with a gaze so deep it seemed he understood everything. âWhatâs wrong?â
Stella lowered her head and said dejectedly, âNothing. I just remembered that this tea should not be drunk before sleeping. It will cause insomnia.â
He did not say anything.
He remembered that she had said earlier that the tea was to help him sleep.
He made her look up at him. âWhat exactly is it?â
He suddenly saw two drops of crystalâlike tears roll out of her eyes, and his heart tightened.
âIt is just a cup of tea. If you donât want me to drink it, I wonât. Why are you crying?â
He lowered his head and kissed the corner of her eye.â
Donât cry.â
When she cried, he felt helpless.
He didnât want to bother her again about her erratic behavior just now.
Her eyelashes fluttered fiercely as he kissed her.
Once again, she was acutely aware of how much of a failure she was when she was with him She couldnât kill him.
At the last minute, she couldnât actually do it!
The dark figure in her mind screamed frantically.
âYou bitch, how dare you still love him!â
âHow could you be so lowly?â
âHow would you live up to your dead child?â
âHe did this to you! How could you still love him?â
âStella , canât you live without being a bitch? You canât even kill him!â
âWere you moved just because he blocked a bottle of acid for you?â
âHe has done so much wrong to you. He hurt you so much! Have you forgotten?â
âYouâre really cheap. You forget everything once he gives you candy after the slap...â
Stella was in a state of complete confusion.
The thoughts going back and forth in her head were starting to hurt.
He noticed her strangeness, and his eyes turned dark.â Are you feeling ill?â
She closed her eyes, unwilling to look or talk to him.
Undoubtedly, he got anxious. âI will call the doctor over to take a look at you...â
She grabbed his hand quickly and shook his head, biting her lower lip. âI am just feeling a little dizzy. I will be fine once I rest...â
He watched her steadily without saying a word.
He was at ease only after seeing her not showing any other symptoms. âIf you feel unwell, you must tell me.â
He speculated that she was just frightened.
After all, the man today was crazy. The acid wouldâve splashed on her face if he hadnât reacted quickly enough.
It was understandable that she would feel uncomfortable after such a traumatic incident.
He kissed her hair. âDonât worry. I will definitely give you an explanation.â
She forced a bitter smile as she lay in his arms.
What explanation?
He couldnât even tell the truth about his injury, fearing that others would know. This would surely make them blame Guinevereâ¦
He was so protective of her; he was even protecting her subconsciously. How could he let her be blamed?
At that moment, the dark figure in her mind popped out again âSee for yourself! He still refuses to harm Guinevere, even at a time when he should be most obsessed with you. Have you ever thought about what will happen to you when his feelings for you cool down?â
âIt will be like the time when were on the rooftop!â
âHe will abandon you without hesitation!â
âStella, you sure are stupid. What an idiot!â
âYou are sparing him, but donât you remember how he gave up on you, when he had no feelings for you?â
âYouâre such a bitch!â