She lowered her head and saw a head buried in front of her, gnawing at something intently.
Stella shut her eyes, grabbed his shoulders with both hands, and tightened her grasp slowly.
Besides the noises of water, there was a mix of other noises from the bathroom.
Only after some time had passed did they gradually stop. Joan was initially cooking in the kitchen, but the noises coming from the bathroom were too loud. After serving the dishes, she quickly returned to her room with a red face.
In the bathroom.
When Stella was carried out from the bathroom wrapped in a towel, she was a little anxious. Even with no strength left, she still instructed Weston, âTake me to get dressed firstâ¦â
She didnât want Joan to see her like that.
âDonât worry. Sheâs back in her room. No one would see you.â
Hearing this, she was relieved He carried her to the dining room, sat down, and let her lean against his arms. , Stella struggled to sit up but was held down by him. âWhy are you moving around?â She glanced at him and answered, âTo eat.â
âDo you still have the strength?â The man teased.
She had no strength indeed; even her wrists were sore.
But after floundering for so long, she was a little hungry.
He lowered his head and kissed her forehead. âIâll feed you.â
As he spoke, he fed her.
This wasnât the first time Weston had fed her. When she was sick before, he had also fed her soup.
But now that she was conscious, she felt a little weird, and after taking a few sips, she interrupted him and said, âIâll do it myself.â
She was perfectly fine to feed herself. Being fed like this by him made her feel like she was his daughter.
Weston frowned and ordered, âOpen your mouth.â Since she couldnât fight him, she could only finish the meal awkwardly.
Seeing that she was done, he put down the bowl contentedly, picked up a tissue, and wiped the corner of her mouth.
Stella pursed her lips and asked, âCan you let me down now?â
He didnât say a word but rubbed the corner of her mouth and suddenly said, âI have some things to deal with in a few days, and maybe I wonât come back. So you have to stay at home alone and be good.â
She was stunned for a moment and remembered Guinevereâs invitation to her sonâs birthday banquet.â
Okay,â she answered . An indescribable feeling washed over her when she found out Weston would attend it.
He was a little dissatisfied with her response. âYou seem to not want me to come back.â
âWho saysâ¦â She buried her head in his arms to hide her face.
He caressed her hair and kissed her head. âIâll come back after Iâve dealt with things, and weâll go out to have some fun.â
He seemed to be negotiating with her and even offered compensation.
Stella clenched the hem of his bathrobe and suddenly asked, âAre you going on a business trip? What are you going to do there? Why will you be gone for so long?â
The manâs eyes flickered as he thought she didnât want him to leave , and his actions became gentler. âI have a job, but I wonât be there for a long time. Iâll come back after Iâve dealt with it.â
When she heard this, Stellaâs expression didnât change much, but she sneered in her heart with irony.
He couldâve just said that he was attending his sonâs birthday. Did he think that she was stupid?
She didnât expose his lies but merely nodded. âJust come back quickly.â
âOkay.â