No wonder Stella shrunk back the moment she saw that car drive past. Turns out, there was a crazy man inside, thought Angelina.
The scene of Weston and Guinevere seated together in the car was still playing in Stellaâs mind. She suddenly felt tired.
She rubbed her temples. âI feel a little unwell. Shall we skip dinner for today?â
âSure.â
Angelina instructed the driver to drive to her apartment, after which she bid Stella goodbye before getting out of the car.
The engine revved alive again, and the car turned the corner at the junction ahead.
After passing a traffic junction, a white car suddenly appeared right before them.
Bang!
The driver hit the emergency brakes, and Stella lurched forward.
Her eyes widened in shock. âWhat happened?â
The driver said, âA car drove right in front of us and forced us to stop.â
Stellaâs brows furrowed. âWho is it?â
âI have no ideaâ¦â
The driver shook his head, shocked and confused. âIâll head down to check things out.â
He was about to open his car door when the door of the white car suddenly opened. A man in a wheelchair appeared.
Stella was stunned to see Henry pull open their car door.
âFaye!â
He yelled in a low voice from outside the car. When he saw that it was Stella in the car, he was dumbfounded.
He surveyed her face through his bloodshot eyes. Panting heavily, he asked, âWhy is it you? Why is it you? Where is Faye? Where did you hide Faye?â
He was in a wheelchair, yet he wielded so much strength that he lifted Stella off the ground when he grabbed her collar. âTell me! Where is Faye?â
Weston and Guinevere got out of the white car and saw Stella in the other car that Henry stopped.
Westonâs face changed as he strode toward her. âLet her go! â
Henry was blinded by his emotions and naturally refused to let her go ne fixed his gaze at Stella and repeatedly asked, âFaye? Where is Faye? Where did you hide her?â
He clearly saw her just now!
But now, Stella was the only passenger in the car.
âI have no idea what you are talking about⦠let me go!â Stella found him absurd.
Henry refused to back off and stared at Stella.
Weston couldnât be bothered that Henry was in a wheelchair and pulled him away from Stella. âLet her go!â
He furrowed his brows as cold fury filled his eyes.
Henry finally snapped back to reality and took a deep breath. The look in his eyes mellowed as he looked pleadingly at Stella, âWhere is she? Can you please tell me? Please tell me, pleaseâ¦â
Stella felt her head throbbing. âI really have no idea what youâre talking about.â
Weston remained silent as he walked toward Stella. His eyes darkened when he saw her wrist reddened from Henryâs vise-like grip-
He held her write and rubbed it tenderly. âDoes it hurt?â
Stella shook her head and instinctively tried to retract her hand.
In her eyes, Weston and Henry were the same kind of men.
His face twitched upon seeing her instinctively avoiding his touch, but he didnât say anything further.
He straightened up and looked at Henry seated in his wheelchair, panting agitatedly. âYou clearly made a mistake just now. Thereâs no one else in that car except Ella.â
âImpossible! How could I ever mistake her face for someone else?â
Henry cut Weston off mid-sentence as he clenched his fists. âI did not make a mistakeâ¦Ella, who were you with, in the car just now?â
Stella glanced at the empty seat next to her. âIt was just me. Why are you acting crazy?â
âImpossible! There was a woman right next to you when I saw your car at the junction just now. Who is she?â
Stella immediately thought of Angelina.