Chapter 198

Weston never expected that a film he had casually picked would have Guinevere in it. He was ready to
change the show, but Stella stopped him. “Why do you need to change it?” She grabbed his hand. He
lowered his head and stared straight into her eyes. “You don’t want to change it?” She shook her head.
“I want to learn and see how the best actress acts.”

She sounded sincere, her voice was devoid of mockery or sarcasm.

However, he grasped the greater significance in her words and lifted her chin. “Do you want to use your
acting abilities on me, or do you want to pursue a career in the entertainment industry?”

Hearing this, Stella gave the question some thought. After a while, she smiled and said, “I think both
are okay.” Did he really think that she would be honest in front of him?

Weston knew what she meant but wasn’t upset. Instead, he chuckled and said, “You’re bold now.” He
swiftly approached her ears and spoke gently.

Her lips curved into a cold smile.

The movie started and she said to him, “Let’s watch it.” He didn’t say a word after that and simply
hugged her tightly in his arms. The home theater was dimply lit, with the screen the only source of
light.

Because of this, Weston didn’t notice how terrible Stella’s face was looking right now.

After dinner, she had felt a throbbing pain in her stomach, but she didn’t make a sound.

She didn’t even show it while talking to Weston. It wasn’t until they had come to watch the movie that
the pain became extremely unbearable. She didn’t make a single sound, though, but tried putting



pressure on her tummy, which provided some relief. Ever since losing her child a year ago, her ability
to endure pain had gotten stronger. No amount of pain could ever compare to the crushing, utter
devastation she had to endure after losing her child.



Just as the movie was coming to an end, Weston noticed that something wasn’t right with her. She had
barely made any sound throughout the movie. As the end credits rolled, he asked, “Do you still want to
watch, or do you want to sleep?” When she didn’t respond, he dropped his head and realized that she
her eyes had been long closed, and her face devoid of color. His face darkened instantly. “Stella, what
happened?”

Reluctantly, she opened her eyes and shook her head. “I’m fine…” Weston cupped her cheeks and felt
cold sweat on her face.

He turned on the light and noticed Stella trembling slightly. In fact, she was in awful shape. Her
shoulders slumped weakly in pain, she had clearly been in agony for some time.

His heart dropped and asked with some anger, “Why didn’t say you weren’t feeling well?”

She pursed her lips tightly and didn’t answer, but stubbornly turned her head to the other side.

Weston suppressed the anger in his heart because he knew that at this point, he couldn’t argue with
her. So, he said patiently, “Tell me where you feel uncomfortable. I’ll get the doctor.”

She didn’t respond, her eyes remaining shut as she lay down on the sofa.

Thus, he lost all patience and carried her straight-up, his movements, gentle, as he called the doctor.



He laid her down on the bed. When he saw her entire body curled up into a ball, gripping her stomach
tightly, he had an idea, sat next to her, and helped her up.

Placing his palm on her stomach, he rubbed it gently. “Is this better?”


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