Stella was like a porcupine, covered in sharp thorns. After everything that had happened, her only wish was to hurt Weston as much as she could.
Weston’s eyes darkened, and without saying a word, he pressed his finger to her lips, effectively silencing her. He didn’t stop until she blushed and coughed a few times in response to his touch.
Once Stella had calmed down, she opened her mouth to speak, but Weston did the same thing again. He repeated it a few times. It didn’t take long for Stella to realize what he was doing. Weston was making it clear that he didn’t want to hear certain things from her. He was forcing her silence, in a way that left no room for argument.
Exhausted, Stella closed her eyes and lay limp in his arms, like a lifeless fish, refusing to move. Despite her resistance, Weston felt a strange sense of contentment. He held her closer, wrapping his arms around her waist, and kissed her hair gently. “That’s a good girl,” he murmured.
The peaceful silence between them didn’t last long, though. After a brief moment, the phone on the bedside table vibrated once again.
Weston frowned, not even needing to look at the screen to know who was calling.
In the darkness, Stella opened her eyes, saying nothing, simply waiting to see how Weston would handle the situation.
Weston reached out and turned off the phone with a single swipe. Then, without hesitation, he removed the phone card, threw it into a drawer, and closed it. His movements were swift and decisive.
Stella watched his actions closely. “Aren’t you worried about her?” she asked.
“There’s nothing to worry about,” Weston replied, lying back down beside her. He pulled her into his arms once again. “Sleep,” he ordered.
Stella didn’t believe for a second that he was just going to sleep beside her without any other intentions. She kept her eyes open, even as they grew tired. When the sound of Weston’s even breathing reached her ears, she realized he wasn’t going to do anything else that night.
What she didn’t know was that Weston hadn’t been sleeping well since that fateful day. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Stella falling from a tall building. No matter how hard he tried to reach out and catch her, he could only watch her fall. It was only when she was in his arms like this, safe and sound, that he could sleep peacefully.
It had been so long since he’d slept this well, though he knew deep down that the woman in his arms no longer loved him.
Meanwhile, far away, Guinevere was frantic on the other side of the phone.
Since the incident with Stella, her relationship with Weston had grown strained. Instead of confronting him directly, she gave him space, allowing him time to deal with whatever had happened.
Weston had become colder toward her, but he kept it subtle. Guinevere tried calling him today after hearing that Weston had been to Lowe Garden. She didn’t mind him attending events, but what troubled her was the news that he had been with another woman.
That had never happened before.
Guinevere had hoped that with Stella out of the picture, her life with Weston would return to normal. But now, Weston’s behavior was changing, and it was starting to confuse her. She was afraid that the Weston she had once known was no longer the same.
Her anxiety grew, and she tried calling him again, but his number was unreachable.
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