Chapter 1062

Chapter 1062Chapter 1062 Weston came into the living room and glanced at the sofa. “Stella?”
Stella was nowhere to be found. Joan was out working, so the house was empty. Weston furrowed his
brow as a dull feeling of restlessness surged through him.
Weston searched the bedroom and did not find Stella. Then, he went to the back garden to look. There
was still no one in sight.
Weston‘s face sank instantly.
He couldn‘t stand it any longer, but he couldn‘t see her when he came home. Then, just as he was about
to call her, soft footsteps came from behind him.
Weston turned around and saw Stella appear behind him, holding a handful of thorny noses. Her face
was covered in dirt, and her hair was disheveled. Her white nightgown had a few cuts and holes.
Weston moved his gaze down and stopped at her pale hands. The thorns of the rose had pierced her
skin, leaving spots of blood.
She just stood there, looking at him but not saying a word.
Black hair and red roses... Stella‘s face was so pale that
she looked like a white, delicate, lifeless doll.
Weston‘s eyes looked dazed for a moment. Then, he came back to his senses and strode over to her.
He put his hand on her shoulder and asked, “Where have you been?”
Stella looked into his eyes and saw his urgency and pressure. She was quite surprised to find herself so
calm when seeing Weston. She heard her voice answer him calmly, “The roses I planted were blooming,
so I went to pick a few.” Weston frowned harder. “Are you still fiddling with your flowers and plants?”
He took her hand and looked at the bruises on her palm, and his face stiffened up. “Don‘t do that ever
again.”
“Why not?” Stella frowned. “Are you afraid I‘ll poison someone again?”
Weston‘s grip on her tightened. It was so hard and
painful, but Stella didn‘t cry out. Stella stared at him blankly. She wanted to find some other emotion in
his eyes, but there was nothing. How could he be so calm, she wondered.
‘How can you be so calm...‘
Weston drove Roger to his death and kept it to himself. He hid the truth from her.
How could he stand in front of her without any guilt? Weston‘s gaze was oppressive.
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He swept his cold gaze over her, put her hands together, and avoided the tiny wounds on her. He threw
the roses in her hands aside and ordered, “Don‘t say these stupid things again.” He looked down and
kissed the back of her hand, which had no wounds. “I‘ll go get some medicine.” Stella saw him get up
and leave, so she turned and went to the bathroom.
She was not as precious as Weston thought. She turned on the shower, letting the cold water cascade
over her.
She put her hands under the water and rinsed them hard. It stung a little, but she did not care. The
clothes on her body were a bit of a nuisance. It clung to her skin with an uncomfortable and sticky
feeling. She ripped it off and threw the white dress aside. No amount of scrubbing could get rid of that
bitter annoyance in her heart.
She felt that the switch to the emotions in her heart was broken. Previous Chapter
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