Stella kept quiet and climbed into bed. She opened the blanket and lay her body down.
She had planned to talk to him about Roger tomorrow, but then the moment she lay down in bed, Weston immediately turned over to the other side with his back facing her. It was obvious that he was still mad.
She could almost feel a cold aura emanating from him. They were both lying in the same bed, yet it felt like they were on the opposite ends of the world.
Stella stared at his back, recalling the days when they had just gotten married. Weston was not used to sharing a bed with someone else, so the minute they were done having sex, he would instantly get up and leave.
This man never failed to leave indelible impressions on her. He would make her feel the utmost joy she could never have imagined, then drag her down to the deepest depths of hell where anguish and sorrow thrived.
For countless nights, she would stare quietly at his back, not daring to touch him.
But now, with a cold and indifferent heart, she gained the courage to inch closer to him with an appearance of warmth and tenderness. She was willing to do anything to get what she wanted from him. It was much easier now when she felt nothing for him, now that she didnât care for pleasing him at all. In fact, it was only when she was unsure about her feelings for him that she found it hard to do these things.
She suddenly realized that perhaps sheâd spent so much time with him that she could now act the way he wanted her to without a second thought.
But she was willing to do it, as long as she could get what she wanted Weston could probably sense her leaning closer to him because he suddenly moved even further away from her.
But this did not deter Stella.
If this happened in the past, she wouldâve been utterly heartbroken. She wouldâve spent hours upon hours thinking about what she mustâve done to offend him.
But now, she remained completely unruffled. All she had to do was inch ever closer to him and hug him from behind. She could feel his body tense up the moment her hands wrapped around his waist. But he did not push her away.
This emboldened her. She got even closer to him and brushed her chin lightly against his back.
âPlease stop being angry with meâ¦â she murmured.
Weston didnât respond, but his breathing got heavier.
Stella knew that he wasnât completely unmoved by her gestures, so she nuzzled against his neck and whispered in his ear, âl know youâre just worried about me⦠I promise Iâll never do anything reckless like that ever again, okay? Besides, wasnât it natural for me to be worried about Roger? Heâs my brother, you know. You canât possibly be jealous of himâ¦â
Her voice got gradually softer the longer she spoke, and she even sounded very meek and docile.
Westonâs emotions were still in disarray, so even if he planned to ignore her, that trembling nasal voice of hers completely drove him off the rails.
âSo now youâre telling me who I can or canât be jealous of, huh?â
He then finally turned over to face her and pulled her into his arms.
After a long pause, he asked, âIsnât he going abroad soon?â
âYesâ¦â Stellaâs heart suddenly wavered. She looked up at him and hurriedly added, âBut you mustnât interfere with his studies!â
Seeing her getting so anxious for Roger frustrated Weston. But he endured it anyway.
âWhy are you so worried that Iâd harm him?â he asked, teasing her lips with his fingers.
She was always so distressed whenever it came to Rogerâs affairs as if he was the most important man in her life.
Stella gazed into his eyes for a long time before her expression gradually softened. She leaned gently against his chest and purred, âI know youâd never do such a thingâ¦â
With her voice warm and gentle, it was as though she completely trusted him.
She knew Weston liked that, even if he never told her so. She knew now that whenever she acted as if she trusted him, he would always give her whatever she wanted.