Even so, Weston was extremely patient with her.
Stella wondered while in between breaks had she ever seen Weston so gentle before?
She searched her memory, but there seemed to be none.
Their marriage was short-lived, just like the brief fireworks in the sky. It was gorgeous and unreal to her.
She spent every day floating in the clouds.
Although Weston treated her so coldly, she was able to find the hint of his gentleness and persevered in the relationship. However, it seemed like she had deceived herself too much.
Weston noticed that she was distracted. He frowned and asked, âWhatâs wrong?â
He had paid close attention to Stella last night, but she was too nervous and good at hiding her pain.
She had endured it and refused to tell him.if she was hurt somewhere.
Stella shook her head. âIâm fineâ¦â
âAre you sure youâre okay?â Weston did not believe her. His tone was suddenly serious. âIf youâre hurt, tell me.â âIâm not hurt.â Stella suddenly realized what he meant by hurt. Her voice softened. âI just feel a little unwellâ¦â Weston was relieved to see her frankness. He kissed her on the forehead and said, âItâs good youâre not hurt. But if you are, you should take some medicine.â He paused for a moment and looked into her eyes. âHow are you feeling unwell?â âI just feel a little sore,â Stella said. âI canât lift my arms.â
Weston smiled at that and massaged her sore muscles with his hand. âDoes that make it better?â
Stella closed her eyes. âThatâs much better.â Weston took her back into his arms and patted her back.
âSleep a little longer.â
They stayed up till very late last night and woke up at nine oâclock the next day. Weston thought Stella would sleep a little longer; he did not expect her to be up so early. After he said that, Stella felt a little sleepy again. She gradually closed her eyes and fell asleep again.
When she woke up, it was already noon.
She seemed to have slept too much in the past few days. When she woke up, her temples were aching in pain. No one was around her, but there was a residual warmth.
Not long after she woke up, the sound of footsteps came from the door.
Weston came back again with a white porcelain bowl in his hand. âOh, youâre awake.â
He was dressed in house clothes and did not look as distant as usual. He looked a little softer and more handsome.
Stella could tell that he was in a good mood. She pursed her lips and watched him walk toward her. He urged, âGet up and eat something.â
Stella nodded. âIâd slept for so longâ¦â âIf you still want to rest, you can just ask the crew for a day off in the afternoon.â Stella shook her head. âNo, I should go over anyway. The crewâs progress has been delayed for a long time. I canât hold them back.â
Weston did not comment. He knew it was unlikely for Stella to follow his orders at this point. He was learning to listen to her opinions and not make the decisions alone. Stella changed the topic. âWhatâs inside the bowl?â âJoan made some food for you.â He took the spoon and put it in her mouth. âItâs warm, not too hot.â Stella hesitated a little before she took a sip.