Weston never expected that a film he had casually picked would have Guinevere in it. He was ready to change the show, but Stella stopped him. âWhy do you need to change it?â She grabbed his hand. He lowered his head and stared straight into her eyes. âYou donât want to change it?â She shook her head.
âI want to learn and see how the best actress acts.â
She sounded sincere, her voice was devoid of mockery or sarcasm.
However, he grasped the greater significance in her words and lifted her chin. âDo you want to use your acting abilities on me, or do you want to pursue a career in the entertainment industry?â
Hearing this, Stella gave the question some thought. After a while, she smiled and said, âI think both are okay.â Did he really think that she would be honest in front of him?
Weston knew what she meant but wasnât upset. Instead, he chuckled and said, âYouâre bold now.â He swiftly approached her ears and spoke gently.
Her lips curved into a cold smile.
The movie started and she said to him, âLetâs watch it.â He didnât say a word after that and simply hugged her tightly in his arms. The home theater was dimply lit, with the screen the only source of light.
Because of this, Weston didnât notice how terrible Stellaâs face was looking right now.
After dinner, she had felt a throbbing pain in her stomach, but she didnât make a sound.
She didnât even show it while talking to Weston. It wasnât until they had come to watch the movie that the pain became extremely unbearable. She didnât make a single sound, though, but tried putting pressure on her tummy, which provided some relief. Ever since losing her child a year ago, her ability to endure pain had gotten stronger. No amount of pain could ever compare to the crushing, utter devastation she had to endure after losing her child.
Just as the movie was coming to an end, Weston noticed that something wasnât right with her. She had barely made any sound throughout the movie. As the end credits rolled, he asked, âDo you still want to watch, or do you want to sleep?â When she didnât respond, he dropped his head and realized that she her eyes had been long closed, and her face devoid of color. His face darkened instantly. âStella, what happened?â
Reluctantly, she opened her eyes and shook her head. âIâm fineâ¦â Weston cupped her cheeks and felt cold sweat on her face.
He turned on the light and noticed Stella trembling slightly. In fact, she was in awful shape. Her shoulders slumped weakly in pain, she had clearly been in agony for some time.
His heart dropped and asked with some anger, âWhy didnât say you werenât feeling well?â
She pursed her lips tightly and didnât answer, but stubbornly turned her head to the other side.
Weston suppressed the anger in his heart because he knew that at this point, he couldnât argue with her. So, he said patiently, âTell me where you feel uncomfortable. Iâll get the doctor.â
She didnât respond, her eyes remaining shut as she lay down on the sofa.
Thus, he lost all patience and carried her straight-up, his movements, gentle, as he called the doctor.
He laid her down on the bed. When he saw her entire body curled up into a ball, gripping her stomach tightly, he had an idea, sat next to her, and helped her up.
Placing his palm on her stomach, he rubbed it gently. âIs this better?â