Chapter 155

In the end he didn’t say a word and left

What could he say, though?

Before this, he had promised that he wouldn’t let Weston do anything, but look what happened now

In the first half of his life, Justin had always been an upright and honest person As a university
professor, he cherished candor and never used dirty tricks in his daily dealings

Many of his students were renowned scientists and academics, and some had even gotten to positions
of power

He had a pretty successful first half of his life, one might say

But right now, all he could feel was how useless he was

Inside the room

The depressing mood had dissipated

Weston switched on the lights.

He tapped on the table a few times before saying, “He left long ago What exactly are you looking at?”

Stella shifted her gaze away and didn’t say a word as she sat silently beside him

This was what he wanted from hier all along But when die finally saw it, he felt that something was off

He grabbed her chin and twisted her head from side to side



She had a lovely face, with delicate skin and characteristics that were highly appealing when
combined

Although she didn’t wear much makeup, she looked stunning

He’d seen her with make-up before, and she was beautiful as well

For men like Weston, not having gorgeous ladies around him would never be an issue



He had all sorts of girls surrounding him.

Certain men preferred women who were kind and lively, while others preferred the more exquisite
ones. Then, some preferred the gentle and quiet kind, yet there were those who fancied the adorable
and plump

Although it was known that men adored beautiful girls, beauty enacted itselt in various forms

Having mingled in that circle for too long, Weston had long been exhausted by those beauties No
longer was he attracted to pretty faces, 11 he wanted one, he could’ve gotten one easily.

So, what was different about Stella?

She lifted her head and gazed into his eyes.

She noticed that his gaze was not as harsh as before. Instead, he seemed to be sizing her up, as if
contemplating doing something.

But she didn’t want to know what he was thinking.



Her mood was dreary right now. She could only obey him and not oppose him in any way.

“Why do you look like you’re dying after he left?” Weston’s grasp on her arm tightened as he
remembered how she had been smiling and laughing with the father and son earlier but was frigid to
him.

Stella was forced to look up at him. Then, as they exchange gazes, she forced a smile. “Your smile is
even more horrible than your crying,” Weston snapped coldly.

Then, he let go of her and stood up. “Let’s go.”

“Where?” she asked.

He stopped and turned around to look at her. “Home.”


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