Stella felt a pinch in her chin and knew he was angry.
She refused to look at him, her expression hard and stubborn.
A moment later, Weston sighed, âStella, what exactly do you want?â
Stella said, âI just donât want further trouble.â
âIâll solve all of your troubles,â his eyes turned dark,â But I hope you know what I want.â
The only thing he yearned for was for things to return to the past.
Stella looked straight into his eyes, âI was your wife back then. Who am I to you now? I canât behave confidently in the way you want me to in front of other people. I still want my dignity.â
âIâve already said I can give you everything you want aside from status.â
âI donât care for status!â Stella yelled.
The next moment, she saw Westonâs face change.
The apartment felt empty.
Stella sat at the bedside and stared dazedly at the key in her hand.
She and Weston parted ways acrimoniously again just now. He left the key with her and said he had transferred the apartment under her name.
She didnât fully understand what he meant by that.
Did he give her an apartment because she served him pretty well during this period?
She smiled self-derisively and chucked the key into the drawer.
Just as well, she thought. At the very least, she now had somewhere to go if she didnât want to see Weston.
Spring application for overseas studies was drawing nearer. The time to say goodbye had come when both of them initially thought there was still much time to spend with each other.
Stella didnât see Weston over the past few days, and she enjoyed the free time that came along with that. She took a dayâs leave from the crew and returned to the apartment next to Fern University to help Roger pack his things.
Roger stood at the door and looked at Stella busying herself around the apartment. For the first time, he did not take the initiative to take over the chores around the house, simply standing by and watching.
âWhen you go overseas, thereâll be no one helping you with your laundry. You must learn to do these things yourself.â
Roger chuckled and walked toward her. âYou make it sound like you never made me do chores around the house here.â
Although Stella was worried about his health, she never spoiled him.
Roger was more diligent than the typical young man. At the very least, he was good with household chores. Stella didnât want him to overtire himself, but she wanted even more so for him to be able to manage his own life well.
She categorized his clothes and placed them neatly in his luggage case. She suddenly recalled that the last time she helped him pack his clothes was very long ago when he first went to university.
She did it with her mother, or rather, her mother was the only one busy packing his clothes, whereas she was just making mischief at the side. Her mother wanted to teach her how to fold clothes, and she had gleefully agreed to it but ended up playing around instead.
She thought that her parents would protect her for her whole life and would also help her with her clothes her whole life.
Before she turned eighteen years old, she never knew how to do any household chores. Like Roger, both of them were pampered and too sheltered.
After that day, she grew up overnight and slowly became like her mother, and the shadow of her parents left their imprint on her.
Rogerâs eyes suddenly went red, and he turned around.â You must take good care of yourself and protect yourself here. Watch for your health, and donât overwork yourself during filming. An entertainment circle is a complicated place. You must hold onto your principles and never do bad things for the sake of money. Iâll graduate in no time, and the prospect in my industry is pretty good. We wouldnât need to worry about money thenâ¦â