Chapter 112 It was not Stellaâs first time saying something like that to him. She kept begging him to let her go.
Weston was not totally unaffected, but he chose to ignore those strange emotions bottled up in him.
Never had he experienced such an uncontrollable urge.
The car stopped beside a quiet road. Weston rolled down the window and rested his arm on the window. He lit a cigarette and held it between his fingers, but he did not smoke it. He just left it like that. When the lit cigarette butt reached his fingertips, a subtle pain pinched his skin. He dusted off the ashes and looked at Stella. âIâve told you. Your only option is to follow me. You can name any price you want.â âWhy? You already have Guinevere. Why canât you let me go?â
When she asked him this, the manâs eyes flickered slightly before he fell silent again. It was unclear whether he was asking himself a question, or asking her.
âWhat do you think?â
He did not know either. He could not understand his desire for her. Why? What was it for?
Did he only want her because he did not have enough of her during the marriage? Did he want more of her body? If he did, he would have slept with her last night. However, he did not. He just held her in his arms and slept all night. Even Weston was confused. He could not figure out what he was thinking. He would like to ask Stella what she did to make him less and less like himself.
âItâs impossible between us. You should give up.â Stella took a deep breath. âI canât become your secret lover just for some moneyâ¦â âYouâre working so hard that youâre willing to work at that kind of place. I thought you wouldnât mind having more money.â âItâs not the same!â Stella replied. âThatâs my job. Iâm earning money legally. I donât have to mind othersâ opinions of me. But what about you? Youâre forcing me to be your secret lover. What will others think of me?â
She could not forget the way Yvonne looked at her earlier. It was unbearable. There was no disgust in her eyes, but only complicated emotions and disappointment. Very few people truly cared about her since her parents died. Only Roger and Yvonne cared about her.
If she got involved in Westonâs relationship as the third party, how could she continue to stay in the training center? How could she face Yvonne?
âYou keep talking, but you still care about that woman the most.â Weston put out his cigarette and unbuttoned his collar in annoyance. âIf you care about her presence so much, Iâll take care of it for you.â
âWhat are you going to do?â Stellaâs eyes widened in shock. âThis is between us. Donât involve others!â
âYou know we shouldnât drag others into this, so why are you rejecting me for the sake of others?â
âIâm not rejecting you for anyone. I just donât want to be with you. Donât you understand? Thereâs no turning back between us! Youâre the one who asked for a divorce. You asked me to abort the child. On the rooftop, you didnât choose Guinevere over me. The moment you told, me to die, it was over for the both of us! Why do you have to barge into my life over and over again â
âDonât ask me that question again,â Weston interjected her in exasperation. He closed the window and unbuckled his seat belt without hesitation. Then, he moved to the passenger seat and put the seat down.
He grabbed Stellaâs wrist and pressed it on top of her head. Then, he lifted her chin and forced her to look into his eyes.
âDo I need a reason to do something? All I want is you. I wonât give up no matter what. Your only option is to submit to me,â he gritted his teeth and whispered in her ear with an imperative dominance. Stella shut her trembling eyes. âWhy donât you just kill me now?â If he were to control her life, she would rather not live.