Chapter 1063 Stellaâs feeling at this point was no longer sadness, but outright boredom and annoyance.
Yes, she was bored. She did not see the point of living in the world anymore. She had no interest in any of these.
The world had no one she cherished.
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She was still alive, bụt barely. It wasnât until her fingers were white from soaking in the water that she got out. Weston was already waiting for her in the living room. When he saw her come out, his eyes were full of disapproval . âYour hand is injured. You shouldnât have showered yourself.â Stellaâs mouth tugged slightly. âItâs just a shower. Itâs not like I broke my hand. Whatâs wrong with bathing myself?â
Weston looked at her steadily and sensed her unusual mood. He pulled her to the sofa and sat her down.
âWhat? Did the person you met today give you a hard time?â
Weston thought Stella was depressed because she mustâve had a bad meeting with Michael and Diana.
Stella looked at him indifferently and suddenly said something meaningful, âWith you, who would hurt me?â
Westonâs hand movements paused for a moment. He knew what she said was not a compliment, but he still nudged the tip of her nose. âIâm glad you know.â
Weston was very indulgent with her. He gave her everything except for letting her leave. Stella laughed, but no one knew why she was laughing. She did not seem to be laughing at anything. She just laughed.
It was a pure smile. Perhaps, she found it funny Weston looked down at the small wounds that dotted her hand. Before he applied for the medicine, he said in a deep voice, âEndure it. It might hurt a little.â
Weston disinfected her wound and then used tweezers to pick up the thorns lodged in her flesh. Some of the thorns appeared to have gotten stuck so deep into her flesh that it showed how bemused she mustâve been while handling the roses.
Thus, Weston could not help but lecture her. âYou still donât know how to take care of yourself.â Her skin was so pale from soaking for so long in the bath. The blood from the wound had been washed away, leaving the transparent edges of the skin exposed to the elements.
Weston frowned slightly and simply clipped off those edges a little. âDonât let yourself be hurt again. Try not to bleed,â Weston said, subconsciously making his movements lighter. âYou know your blood type. Itâs hard to get supply. If something happens, youâll be in great danger.â
Stella looked down at his serious side profile and hid the flash of contempt in her eyes. She said faintly, âYou wonât put me in any danger, would you?â
Westonâs movements paused slightly. His fingers lingered on her skin for a moment, then raised his hand to pinch her cheek gently.
âAs long as you listen to me.â
Westonâs movement was gentle, but he worked quickly.
Soon, Stellaâs hand was fully wrapped in a bandage.
âRemember to keep it away from water,â he ordered.
Stella looked at him and suddenly put her hand on his hair and stroked it gently. Weston was a little shocked. He looked up at her. âWhatâs wrong?â
Stella shook her head. âIt just occurred to me. I havenât heard about Roger in a long time...â
She paused for a moment while waiting for Westonâs response. Westonâs expression did not change.
Instead, he put the remaining bandages on the table back into the medical kit before saying calmly, âI remember you saying that youâve cut ties with him.â
Stella watched his expression quietly, not wanting to miss a single change. âWill his face ever show the slightest guilt?â she wondered.
âIâve cut him off, but heâs still the only family I have. I just want to know how heâs doing without bothering or letting him know Iâm asking about him. Is that okay?â
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