Even with her back to him, Stella could feel Weston’s sharp gaze burning into her.
After gagging for a moment, a troubling thought surfaced in her mind. Her period was a few days late this month.
The realization struck her with the force of a tidal wave. She wasn’t just late—she could be pregnant. Her child. Their child. What would their baby be like? The thought, once planted, grew rapidly, wrapping itself around her heart, squeezing with a mixture of hope and dread.
“Stella,” a deep voice called from behind her, sharp and probing.
She flinched, snapping out of her reverie. He was going to divorce her, and Guinevere was already carrying his child. So, what did it matter if she was pregnant with his?
A sickening thought crossed her mind. He’d probably have her terminate the pregnancy without a second thought. The idea felt too real, too painful to bear.
Stella dared not turn around, too afraid to meet his eyes, to face the coldness she felt coming from him.
Weston, sensing her hesitation, stepped forward, his presence pressing against her, impatient.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice thick with authority.
Stella forced a chuckle, masking the pain behind a carefully composed expression. When she turned to face him, her voice was cool, almost dismissive.
“Oh, I might have caught a cold last night. My stomach feels a bit off.”
For a moment, the room fell silent. Her words seemed to hang in the air, inadvertently reminding them both of the night before. They both knew how passionate Weston had been then. But the very next morning, he had brought up the divorce.
If he had already made his decision, then why—?
Weston’s expression darkened even further. His deep eyes studied her face, searching for something, anything. His jaw tightened as the tension in the air thickened.
After a long pause, he sighed, massaging his temples in frustration. “Sign it quickly,” he muttered. “I’ll take care of Roger’s medical fees as compensation.”
Stella’s gaze wavered, her throat tightening. She almost spoke out of reflex, but when she saw his cold, distant expression, she swallowed her words. She nodded obediently, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Okay.”
The corner of Weston’s mouth tightened as he observed her, and for a fleeting moment, his gaze softened. “Be good,” he said quietly.
Stella’s eyelashes fluttered. Her nails dug deep into her palms, grounding her as the sting of pain helped her push back the wave of emotions rising in her chest. She choked out a soft, “Okay.”
Inside the ward, Roger watched his sister with concern, noticing her obvious unease. He hesitated before speaking, unsure of how to approach her.
When the time came, Stella glanced at her phone and stood up.
“I’ll be going now, Roger. I’ll visit you tomorrow.”
She had to go home and pack. Weston had given her some time to move out, but he hadn’t specified how long. And before she did that… there was something she needed to figure out.
Roger nodded, though his expression was clouded with worry.
“Take care, Sis.”
“Okay.”
As Stella left, Roger pursed his lips, his eyes narrowing with a dark, thoughtful gleam.
At the pharmacy…
“Hi, Miss, can I help you with anything?”
“No, it’s alright. I’ll just take a look.”
Stella hurriedly grabbed a pregnancy test kit from the shelf, her hands trembling slightly as she made her purchase. Without a word, she left the store, the weight of her decision pressing heavily on her.
Moments later, a man in a black baseball cap entered the same pharmacy. He quickly surveyed the shelves, confirming what Stella had just bought. He then stepped aside, pulling out his phone.
“Mr. Ford… Ms. Sealey has just purchased a pregnancy test kit,” he reported, his voice low.
In a VIP hospital room, the air was heavy with silence. Guinevere had been watching Weston intently, waiting for him to hang up the phone. As soon as he did, she approached him, wrapping her arms around him from behind.
“Weston, who was that woman just now?” she asked softly, her voice laced with curiosity.
She could sense that something was off between them, but she didn’t press it, hoping Weston would open up. She had been doing a lot of thinking recently.
For someone like Weston, the only way to get closer to him was to be proactive. If she held back, he would only grow more indifferent.
Guinevere had learned that much, and she was ready to do whatever it took to keep him.
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