Perhaps the time since the afternoon helped to simmer down Stellaâs anger, but regardless of the cause, she was no longer furious at Weston.
In fact, she even saw the truth in his words-she had tried to run from the wedding, but Weston managed to intercept her and bring her back.It was only natural that she accepted the consequences of her actions and get punished.
It would be foolish to assume that just because he had been treating her with tenderness these past few days, it meant he would let her off the hook.
âHow long are you planning to lock me up in here?â she asked calmly after a long silence.
"Can you give me a specific duration?â Weston turned to her and scrutinized her face under the dim, yellow glow of the night light.
"You're not assuming I would give you a one-year deadline like I did last time, are you?â
âButâ¦surely you're not going to lock me up forever?!â
"Why canât I? Itâs your fault for being so stubborn.â The body under the blankets kept rising and falling as if a tempest of anger was brewing underneath.
Stella took a deep breath to calm herself down before saying, âYou canât keep me inside here forever..."
Stella then suddenly softened her demeanor and touched the back of his hand.
âEven animals are let out sometimes.They're never kept inside their entire lives..."
"Are you comparing yourself to livestock?â Westonâs ire was triggered, and he raised her chin.
âIs that what it feels like being with me? You feel like youâre a caged animal?â
âThatâs not what I meantâ¦âStella denied.She felt that everything she said to him had to be wrong and would provoke his rage.
Was it because she could not give him the most basic thing he wanted? Was it becauseshe couldn't even have sex with him, and that was why she would frustrate him no matter what she said? âWeston, I'm completely powerless right now.
What more do you want from me?â She looked at him and soberly added, âI will never run away ever again.I canât even if I wanted to.I'm completely in your hands now, so what more do you want?â Her voice cracked as she spoke.Laced with quiet despondency , it was as if being with Weston was some sort of torture.
Weston squeezed her chin with increasing force and responded, "Why ask such questions when you know you canât give me what I want?â He looked straight into her eyesand added, "What good are you to me besides giving me sex?â He never intended to say such a vulgar thing, yet he blurted it out anyway for some reason.
Sure enough , Stella's eyelashes trembled as a stinging pain pierced directly into her heart.
âOf course,â she smiled, her eyes reddening.
âI can never get pregnant again anyway, nor can I satisfy you in the way you wantâ¦so keeping me locked up in here seems kind of pointless, isnât it?â âOw!â Before she could even finish ,Weston drew close to her and nipped her face.
Because he used too much force, his sharp teeth grazed her skin, and the taste of blood filled his mouth.
Only then did he let her go.
"Are you trying to make me mad, Stella?â His dark, inscrutable eyes fixed themselves on her, concealing the unfathomable emotions they held.
âOr are you still thinking about running away?â he asked.
"You don't even regret your escape, do you? You only regret that you got caught before you go away, isn't that right?" He finally asked the question that he had been unwilling to ask.
Ever since catching Stella and bringing her back, all he cared about was how he could tie Stella up so she would never be able to leave his side again...
But he had been plagued by one question always at the back of his mind.
Indeed, he was unwilling to ask, but that did not mean he did not want to know.
Or rather, he just did not want to hear the answer because he knew he would not be able to accept the truth ...that Stella no longer loved him.
She wanted to run as far away as she could because she no longer loved him.She could easily put on a mask and act it all out because she no longer love him.She could not even bear to be touched by him because she no longer loved himâ¦
He had seen her when she loved him, so he knew perfectly well what she would be like when she stopped.
At this point, even he detested his own perceptiveness .
Stella opened her mouth as if she was about to answer his question, but just before she could speak, Westonsuddenly let go of her.
âForget it,â he said.
He shoved the blankets away and got up to his feet.
âNo matter what you think, youâre mine now.No matter what happens, the fact remains that you are Mrs. Fordâ