Chapter 1113

Chapter 1113Chapter 1113
When she came back with a cup of tea, Weston suddenly grabbed her wrist, making her drop the cup on
the floor
Crash!
The cup shattered, throwing shards of broken ceramic in all directions.
Water flowed on the floor, and two dried flowers lay on the plush carpet.
The crocus–like flowers spread beautifully.
He stared at the woman coldly with his solid gaze. “Tell me. Are you thinking of poisoning me like the last
time?”
Stella shuddered. She raised her head quickly and met his gaze. “How did you…
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Though she knew very well in her heart that Weston would find out one day, she did not expect him to
know at such a time.
Her reaction answered all his questions.
His eyes turned red, and he grabbed her by her neck. “Do you want me to die?”
He could accept that she was acting in front of her, but not for a second did he anticipate that… the
person he shared his bed with actually wanted him dead.
“Do you hate me that much?”
He increased the force of his grip and looked at the face that was slowly turning pale from suffocation.
At that moment, he really wanted to choke her to death.
“Do you really want to poison me to death?”
Stella was speechless.
Tears rolled out of the corners of her eyes.
She stared straight at the man in front of her with short, rapid breaths.
Weston inhaled deeply and let go of her before she suffocated.
Immediately, she fell onto the carpet like a broken doll, wheezing and coughing her guts out.
The man turned around to face away from her, and a chilling aura filled the room. In a voice like a demon
from hell, he said, “You told me that you didn’t kill Zachary. It turns out that I was the one you wanted to
kill, am I right?” Stella stared blankly at the floor and didn’t deny it.
He turned around and condescendingly looked at her. “ You wanted to kill me with oleander, right?”
She still did not deny it, nor did she look at him.
The man dropped to his knees in front of her, cupped her chin, and made her look into his eyes.
“Zachary’s death was an accident. You wanted to kill me with the oleander but accidentally killed him,
didn’t you?”
“I did not!”
Stella looked him straight in the eye and said stubbornly, “I didn’t kill him, and neither did he die
unintentionally
…”
“Still denying it?”
Weston pinched her chin hard until her skin was bruised. “Hayden told me that your emotions would
make you somewhat aggressive, but I did not expect you would want me dead, and you even dragged
Zachary into this.”
She closed her eyes.
She knew that it was useless no matter how she explained.
“I wanted to kill you, but I never meant to do anything to Zachary. He’s innocent.”
“Stella!” He suppressed his voice, called her name, then whispered in her ear with seething, unabated rage. “You
hate me that much? You hate me so much that you want to kill me???”
Those sweet moments from the past flashed before him.
For a moment, it was like they were back in the old days. The only difference was that he would not
ignore her and leave her alone like he used to.
He always thought that Stella wanted to go back to the past just like he did, but in the end, it was all just
wishful thinking.
“You’ve been pretending and acting. You’ve never taken me into your heart…”
“Yes. I no longer love you.”
She suddenly pushed him away and pierced her stare into his eyes. “What makes you think I would
willingly love you after what you did to me? On what basis?
“I stopped loving you the moment you chose Guinevere on the rooftop and abandoned me. No woman
would love a man who wouldn’t hesitate to give her up.”
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