Chapter 1380

Chapter 1380Chapter 1380
After a while, Stella got up and said, “If there’s nothing else, then I’m leaving now.”
She had just taken a few steps when Weston stood up so violently that he staggered on his feet. The
noise shocked her, making her turn around, only to see him in an agitated state.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
Weston bit his tongue and remained silent, all the while staring fixedly at her.
He stood there silently for a long time before finally shaking his head and telling her,” Nothing. Be careful
on your way home.”
Navig@te back to th€ roots of thïš substance at n0v^lebookHe then backed into the cage again.
The sight triggered conflicted feelings in Stella’s heart. She pursed her lips and, without saying anything,
turned around and left.
But just as she stepped out of the door, she was shocked by another loud noise coming from behind her.
She held her breath, telling herself not to look back and never to pity him again. She had helped him
enough, and she did not have to do anything else for him. Anything that happened to him from then on
was not her responsibility to bear.
With these thoughts on her mind, she closed her eyes and strode out of the door.
She had just reached downstairs when someone ferociously embraced her from behind. The familiar
cold scent filled her nostrils. She could feel his dry lips brushing against her ear. She could feel the
traces of dried blood on his lips as he nuzzled up against her cheek.“Don’t go,” he whispered to her, his voice raspy. “Please don’t go… Please don’t leave me…”
He held her tighter and tighter. His current behavior was a stark contrast to the cold diffident demeanor
he displayed earlier when he was trying to give her the impression that he never wanted her to be there,
that she had chosen to come on her own accord, that he did not force her to see him by being pitiful and
pathetic.
Stella knew that this would happen.
She did not move. She just stood there, letting him hug her.
Weston gradually realized that she was acting weird as if she had lost all her ability to resist him. Only
then did he let go of her and let his hands hang down on his sides.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I lost my composure for a moment there.”
He then backed away from her, turned around, and rushed back into his room, slamming the door shut
behind him.
Stella turned around and slowly followed him. She saw him lock himself up in the cage like it was his
second nature. He slipped on the shackles on his hands and feet effortlessly, then closed the cage door
with ease. He made it all seem as if he was simply locking up a large and fierce dog in a cage.
Stella drew a sharp breath upon realizing that those wounds on his body must have been created by
some violent struggle.
“Why are you still here?” Weston asked without even looking up at her when he heard the faint sound of
her footsteps. “Why aren’t you leaving?”
Stella said nothing as she stood at the door. She gently closed the door behind her and softly sighed.
“Why do you have to do this to yourself?” she asked.Weston made no reply.
After a long time, he finally told her in a gruff voice, “You should leave now. I don’t need you to stay here
just to pity me.
Despite saying that, his eyes were glued on her, watching her every move. It really looked like his heart
would shatter into a thousand pieces if she really did leave.
Stella stared at him and fell silent for a long time.
Ultimately, she tossed her handbag aside and walked up to Weston, taking her coat off and letting it slide
down to the floor in front of him.
She then headed towards the bed in the simply furnished room and sat on it.
Weston trailed her every move like a hawk. He kept gulping as his bloodshot eyes followed her around.
“Come over here,” Stella said, looking at him.
But Weston still would not move.
Then Stella realized something and rose up to her feet.
“I forgot you’re still locked in there.”