Chapter 307 Weston was caressing her hair and accidentally pulled too hard. Stella gasped at the shar p twinge of pain which sent tears to her eyes, which continued staring stubbornly at him.
Weston sighed and planted a kiss on her forehead. âIâve already given you my word and I wonât let anyone touch you. Trust me.â These were clearly tender words of pro mise, yet he said it in such a cold and unfeeling manner.
Stellaâs words brought to his mind the oneâ
year promise they had between them, which Stella seemed to always have at the back of her mind.
Even though she appeared wellâinvested in the role of a woman who only had eyes for him, it was likely that she was still thinking about how she could leave him. Otherwise , why would she always bring up the oneâyear timeline? âYour acting skills have improved tremendously indeed,â Weston looked into her eyes and commented. Stella didnât understand what he meant but knew vaguely that it wasnât anything good. She said, âI just hope that you keep your
promise and do as you say.â. She chuckled selfâderisively, âI donât want to always be on guard against Guinevereâs attacks, especially when I was forced against my will to be someoneâs secret lover.â Westonâs face darkened, clearly displeased at how she d escribed herself using such nasty terms.
âExactly which part of you looks like a secret lover?â Stella said, âWhat must I do to fulfill your image of a secret lover? Always hiding in the dark and living in the shadows? I never hide from Roger, yet Iâm so ashamed about letting him know about our relationship...
â âYouâre the one whoâs overthinking everything,â Weston cut her off as frustration mounted in his chest.
âAs long as youâre willing, I can let our relationship be open and aboveboard.â The mocking smile remained on Stellaâs face. âYou can, but I still want my pride.â The world had always been prejudiced in its judgments between men and women; between the powerful and the weak.
The pressures that she and Weston faced were worlds apart. He could not even begin to comprehend her plight and the difficulties she endured. He could only speak from his own perspective and regard the pressure she was facing as nothing worthy to fuss over. The sudden ringing of the phone pierced through the air, cutting through the tense atmosphere.
Stella saw Westonâs face change.
When he answered the call, she stood up and walked to the other side, giving him space. Despite not h aving much to speak to each other about, they displayed a certain level of chemistry that at times, was often left unspoken.
Weston looked deeply at her without a word and left the room with his phone at his ear.
Stella simply stood where she was without following him out of the room.
A while later, she walked out in need of a cup of water.
When she walked past the hall, she saw Weston standing on the balcony, speaking into his phone with slight annoyance, âSettle such trivial matters yourself. Donât spread your negative vi bes to me.â As if possessed by something, Stella halted in her footsteps. The strong night breeze blew
across the balcony.
It hadnât snowed the past few days, but the harsh weather remained frigid and unforgiving. It was always to the bone.
Weston didnât have much patience for those he did not deem important. ââI donât have the time to listen t Stella retracted her gaze and hid herself in the shadows.
She had some guesses as to whom Weston was on the phone with.
It was either that woman at Lowe Garden, or perhaps some other woman entirely.