Chapter 120

It was then that Stella began to feel relieved. Luckily, the man had already left. If Weston bumped into
him, he might cause more trouble.

When the man saw her not making a sound, his eyes darkened, and he jumped to conclusions. “So, is
it the man called Justin?”

Taking advantage of the moment, she pushed his hand away impatiently. “It’s not him. But it has
nothing to do with you anyway.” “Must you still act like this when things have come to this point?” He
suddenly softened and spoke to her calmly. “Stella, you are not a stupid person.”

Since she was ready to step over his line, she should not retreat when she was stepping on it.

This would make him feel tantalized.

Sensing her thoughts of retreating again, he snorted. He lifted her chin up with his slender finger,
forcing her to look directly into his eyes. “At a time like this, do you think you can still run away on your
own?” His eyes suddenly turned cold, and his tone was exuding a hint of menace. “Don’t let me see
you get this close to another man again. Otherwise, you know what I’ll do.” He leaned closer to her, and
his low voice rang beside her ear. “And don’t let me know if anything happens between you and them.”

She bit her lower lip so hard that she tasted blood, and she could barely keep herself calm. She looked
at him and said, “You already have a wife and a son, but now you are making such a request to your
ex-wife, who was once pregnant with your child but was forced to jump from the penthouse and had a
miscarriage. Don’t you think you are too despicable?” Every time she dreamt, she would see her child
in a bloody mess.

She wanted to forget, but he kept on appearing in front of her, forcing her to recall it.



Hence, she chose war.

With so many spikes placed between them, they were both bound to lose. He figured out her intention,
and his face turned even more hostile. Suddenly, he pressed his lips and laughed. “Now that you said
it, I think I am. But what can you do about it? This is how I am. I am just so despicable and cannot bear
to see my ex-wife have relations with another man.”

“You are shameless!”

“How many times have I told you?” Seeing her raising her arms and was about to slap him, he easily
shackled her wrist and pinned it above her head. “Of course I’m shameless. What I want the most now
is you-don’t you see?”

His reaction seemed to be intensifying.

Her whole body was shaking. She bit her lower lip hard until her face paled.

Only then did he notice something was wrong and let go of her. “Are you crazy?” He saw her brilliant
red lips and pale face, which was getting uglier with the light outside.” Open your mouth.”

She refused to listen.

With his calloused finger, he rubbed her lips. It was as if he was coaxing a child, pinching her chin and
shaking it. “Good girl, open your mouth. It will hurt.” She opened her eyes and looked at him with a
stoi face. “Do you still care if I’m in pain? This little bit of pain is no more than a thousandth of what
you’ve given me.”

The man suddenly froze and looked at her from above. Their eyes met, but he could not see a trace of
emotion in her eyes. Since when did she not have the same look in her eyes anymore?



He tried but failed to recall which day it was. Was it the day when he asked for the divorce? Or was it
the day she had the abortion? Or was it the day he went to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get the divorce
papers? Or the day he was on the rooftop?

It seemed like the change didn’t happen all of a sudden; it was accumulated.

So, even if he wanted to understand the answer to this question, there seemed to be no way to reverse
the change. But he was not convinced.


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