Chapter 382 Stella was taken aback, having never seen Weston looking like that.
In the past, his rare bouts of illness would merely inflict slight colds upon him that would go away the next day. During their marriage, Stella had only ever seen him get sick once, but just that once was enough to make her feel as if the sky had fallen on her.
She stayed by his side and waited on him hand and foot. She wouldâve chosen sickness in his place if she could. Her mind was so fully occupied by him that she couldnât do anything else, except take care of him.
Westonâs expressions changed slightly. He seemed to be remembering the same thing too. âPlease stay by my side, okay?â he begged. It was not at all like Weston to have those imploring eyes. âI...â Stella wavered. âIâll call for Joan to take care of you.â As soon as she finished her sentence, she saw the light in Westonâs eyes diminish. He closed his eyes and then in a jiffy, his old distant and aloof personality returned. âOkay,â he answered her briefly in a low, hoarse voice. The abrupt regression to his old self unsettled Stella for some reason. âIâll stay home all day,â she told him while avoiding his direct gaze. âIâll be in the study, reading my script. If you need anything, you can call for Joan.â She then rushed out of the room. Westonâs eyes followed her until she closed the door behind her.
He remembered being sick once when they were still married. It was only a slight cold back then, far less serious than what he was going through now. In fact, he didnât even feel ill at all. It was Stellaâs keen eyes that noticed he looked a little off, so she insisted on taking his temperature.
He didnât know how lucky he was back then. Not only that, he even found Stellaâs concern irritating.
Since it was only a cold, he thought she was overreacting and turning it into a big deal. How annoying!
But he didnât make any objections. He just let her do whatever he wanted, touching and checking his body here and there, taking his temperature again and again, and even trying to cool his body down with an ice pack. Then sheâd cover his body with a thick blanket and give him a bowl of chicken soup so he could keep warm. All that and more for a simple cold.
Weston had never been treated this way before. Or rather, he had only been waited on in such a way by the servants, and rarely ever received such tender care even from his own parents.
From the outside, he appeared to have a perfect family with perfectly loving parents. The funny thing was, Weston used to think so too..
However, he now realized that he had never actually had a real taste of tender love and care. He used to think that because he could have anything he desired in this worldâall the money, resources, and status that many people could only ever dream of ââsimple and basic things like genuine love and connection with his family became so insignificant in comparison that he was unable to feel or appreciate them.
He continued to believe in that until he married Stella. Only then did he start to reâexamine his life. He started to ask himself: had there ever been anyone in this world who was so tough that they didnât require love? Even now, he had no answer to that question.
Meanwhile, Stella devoted all her attention to the script to distract herself from all those messy feelings that cluttered her mind. Lately, the film crew had been hit with hurdle after hurdle, and Stella could hear the frustration in Bradleyâs voice when they spoke on the phone. Although she didnât cause any of the problems they were facing, the entire saga still made her extremely anxious. Bradleyâs patience had been wearing thin thanks to Guinevere breaking one promise after another, and now, the filming was hampered further by the bad weather. There was a high chance that they might have to rush through the filming process to catch up to the deadline. Thus, determined not to cause any more delays due to her personal problems, Stella had to make sure that she was a hundred percent prepared before filming was recommenced