Chapter 392 Since Weston insisted that he was fine, Stella didnât bother about him any further.
In any case, when he was relating to her about Compassvale University, he didnât seem very affected by the fever. His logic remained impeccable, and his expressions clear and concise.
If it werenât for the things heâd done to her in the past, Stella wouldâve no doubt worshipped him.
A man like Weston was born to be of an extraordinary existence.
She had no idea why the heavens would bless someone so unfairly, granting him everything good.
Looks, abilities, intellect, family background, and unwavering selfâcontrolââthese attributes gave him the deâfacto right to do whatever he liked with women.
She never regretted meeting someone as outstanding as Weston during her schooling years, but even if she could turn back time, she would never choose to step into that marriage. The hurt that she experienced from it was too unforgettable. Losing something that she once had was infinitely more painful than never having something before.
Since Weston insisted that he was fine, Stella decided not to push it and focused on the movie.
They were halfway through the movie, but Weston continued holding her in his arms.
He was holding her from behind, and Stella only realized something was wrong when the movie ended, and the credits began rolling.
âWeston?â She called out.
Turning around, she saw that Weston had somehow fallen asleep.
He rested her chin on her shoulders, and she could feel his weight. She reached out and nudged him slightly. âWeston, wake up.â He ignored her and kept his eyes closed. His body, however, had become noticeably warmer. Stellaâs brows furrowed, and her instincts told her something was wrong. She yelled out loud, âJoan!â
Joan was about to retire for the night when she heard Stella yelling for her. She quickly got changed and ran over. âMs. Steele, whatâs the matter?â
âDo you have the family doctorâs number? Westonâs fever seems to be getting worse.â
Joan said anxiously, âIâll find it right away!â
Joan was already worried about Westonâs condition, to begin with, and she brought a cold towel to Stella after calling the family doctor. âIâve called the doctor, and he said heâll be here soon. Donât worry.â
Stella nodded and couldnât help but grumble, âI already told him to let the doctor take a look at him, but he kept insisting that he was fine.â Joan said helplessly, âPerhaps Mr. Ford wanted you to show more concern to him.â Stella paused for a moment without saying a word. She held Weston up and sat him on the couch in the hall as they waited for the doctor to arrive.
The doctor was there in no time and measured Westonâs temperature. After a quick check, he said, âItâs probably a bad bout of cold. Donât be too worried. Heâll be fine once his temperature gradually goes down.â Joan heaved a sigh of relief. Stella was about to stand up when Weston suddenly opened his eyes and grabbed her hand.â Where are you going?â Stella said, âIâm heading to the washroom.â
He pursed his lips and let go of her hand reluctantly.
The doctor put a needle into Westonâs arm connected to an intravenous drip. While Stella was in the toilet, Weston kept his gaze in that direction.
The previous few times that the doctor came, it was for Stella. Yet this time, it was Westonâs turn to fall sick.
The doctor could sense a change in the air between them, but out of his professionalism, he kept his inquisitive looks to himself and focused on prescribing Weston some medicine.
The moment Stella left, he could sense the air around Weston turning cold. When Stella returned, Westonâs hard gaze immediately softened and became more tender. Stella sat by Westonâs side as he asked her, âWere you frightened just now?â âWhat?â Stella didnât understand his question. âI agreed to watch the movie with you.â