The reason Stella was upset had nothing to do with the man. She was enraged that she had no freedom at all. Weston was always manipulating and threatening her, and that was what upset her the most.
Weston knew this well, but he still couldnât stand the slightest possibility that she was begging for another man. âYou have ten minutes to make me change my mind. If you can do that, I wouldnât cause trouble for him.â
âYou think I care about a stranger? I told you before that I got nothing with him. We met coincidentally and played a song together. Thatâs all.â âReally? But the way you react doesnât look like you donât care about him.â
âThatâs because heâs an innocent stranger! I donât want him to get involved in this, do you understand?
I really donât want others to get into trouble because of this.â
âThen you shouldâve listened to me and stayed away from places like that.â
âPlaces like what?â
âPlaces I forbid you to go.â Stella sucked in a deep breath and stopped talking. Her eyelashes trembled and her face turned pale.
The man shot a glance at her and reminded her, âYou still have 7 minutes.â
She instantly opened her eyes. Writhing in agony, she had no choice but to soften her tone.â Please donât involve an innocent man in our issuesâ¦â
She even used the word âpleaseâ.
Westonâs eyebrows furrowed a little. He didnât like that she was begging for another manâs mercy.
But as she was only doing what he asked of her, he let her go. âFine. But remember not to challenge my bottom line any more.â He gently caressed her hair.
He was using little force, but Stella felt completely powerless under his touch.
She nodded. âI know.â Seeing that she no longer fought back, he knew that he couldnât suppress her too much. He let go of his hand and his eyes softened. âItâs late now. Are you hungry?â he asked. She nodded like an emotionless robot, following every word he said. âWhat do you want to eat?â
She shook her head, âThereâs nothing you want to eat?â he continued asking.
âI donât know what to eat,â she answered dully.
He pulled her to the couch and sat down. âI asked them to prepare food that you might like. You should eat a little more.â As he spoke, he pinched her cheeks.
He recalled her being a little plump, at least at places where she should be, and it felt great. But she was bony now, to the point she looked unhealthily skinny. Looking at her made him sad. Her fists tightened slightly, and her expression was unpleasant for a brief second, but she said nothing and simply nodded.
He saw all the small changes in her expression and he could see that she was at the edge of losing patience.
This upset him a little, but he didnât mind because he believed that she would stop rejecting him and accept him as time went on.
What was important was that she was with him.
He took out his mobile phone and barked a few orders to the other end of the line.
Not long later, the doorbell rang.
Weston walked over and opened the door revealing a couple of people holding different dishes in their hands.