It took Weston quite some time to understand what she meant by âindulging.â He noticed she was eating one mouthful after another, but her face was twisted, as if she was in pain.
âEnough,â he whispered. âItâs indeed enough.â She stopped. She put down the chopsticks in her hands and flashed him a smile. Her face was so pale that it was almost invisible, and her lips were bright red.
âIâll vomit if I continue.â
Her appetite had always been abnormal.
Since her miscarriage, she felt nauseus every time she took a few bites.
Weston had already arranged for someone to care for her health, but it turned out she had no major physical problem.
The look on his face was dark and stormy.
Although he didnât care about her before, he remembered that she didnât have this many problems.
âHow did this happen?â he asked suddenly in a deep voice.
She knew what he was asking-he wanted to know why she turned like that after eating.
She was fine before, even with everything that happened. If her health was just bad, she wouldâve returned to normal after nursing herself back to health. Why did she become like this?
Honestly, Stella wanted to know as well.
Ever since coming to Fern City, she had started a new life. Before meeting Weston again, she thought that her life would be like that till the day she died.
She hoped that one day, she would be able to let go of the past and begin a new life. But she knew that every night, she would dream about the kid she lost and relive the agony.
It was like a nightmare that would haunt her forever.
No matter how carefree she acted during the day, she would break down when night fell.
Weston didnât know all of these.
He would never know the pain he had brought her, especially physically and mentally. She would never forget it. She smiled and without a word, picked up the chopsticks once again and continued eating.
Seeing the pain in her eyes, he walked in front of her and held her wrist. âStop it. Donât eat anymore.â
she merely looked up and smiled. âDidnât you want to know what my favourite food is? These are all the foods I like. Why are you still unhappy after Iâd fulfilled your wish?â
His face went dark. He shut his eyes and spoke in a gentle tone suddenly. âI know now. You can stop.â
She shook her head and answered, âThese are all your efforts. How can I let you down?â
âStella, donât do this.â His grip on her arms tightened.
âWhatâs wrong? I followed what you want but you donât like it, and you wonât even let me go. Weston, what do you want me to do!â she yelled and tossed the chopsticks aside on the table.
She sighed and looked at the man in front of her, perplexed. âWhat do you want me to do so that youâll be satisfied?â
She really couldnât understand why he never cared about her when she loved him with all her heart.
But now that she had lost all feelings for him, he was pestering her. He was always there to ruin her life.
What did she do to make him treat her like that?
Weston opened her palm and intertwined his fingers with hers.