Chapter 263

Weston’s expression darkened as he saw her belligerence, and his hands only ruffled her hair with
greater force

Stella endured the pain and let him continue to blow her hair. After a while, he saw the tears pooling in
her eyes and sighed gently. “If you told me you’re hurting, you wouldn’t have to endure the pain.” She
ignored him, wiped the corner of her eyes, and turned her head away. He was the one inflicting the
pain on her, yet she was to blame for not telling him it hurt. Weston felt his heart drop and he put the
hair dryer aside. He held Stella’s face in his hands and pinned his forehead against hers. “How are you
so bold?” He planted a kiss on the tip of her nose. “If you want to go see Roger, then go. Don’t put on a
sour face.” His words were cold, but he was compromising for her. Stella’s eyes glistened, not
expecting him to change his opinion.

Seeing her face relax, he sneered and pinched her face. “I gave you what you want. Why don’t you
give me a smile?”

She was still a little resentful, though. Earlier, he had threatened her in the bathroom that he would do
something to Roger, but since he had agreed to let her see him for a few days, she decided to let it go.

She flashed a smile at him.

It was a little forced, but Weston accepted it.

“Let’s sleep now.”

Stella nodded. As she was about to lay down, he suddenly patted her shoulder. “Are you hungry since
you didn’t have dinner?”



“No.” She shook her head. He glanced at her, stood up, and walked to the kitchen without saying a
word.

Half an hour later



Weston walked into the room. “I asked Joan to make some food for you.” He placed them on the little
table in front of Stella. “You don’t have to eat it if you don’t feel like eating. But no one would care if
you’re hungry in the middle of the night.” His words were harsh, but she decided to not argue with him
and she reached out to take the food “Thank you.”

“You don’t hate me anymore?”

She knew his words meant otherwise, so she ignored him. After quickly finishing the food, she passed
the plate to him. He didn’t leave after taking it. Instead, he reached his hands out to wipe the corners of
her lips. “How old are you, still leaving stains on your mouth?”

She lowered her head and wiped one corner of her lips to check if there was any stain.

However, Weston grabbed her chin, not letting her move. He took a tissue from the bedside table and
gently helped her wipe her mouth.

They were leaning so close to each other she could feel his hot breath on her skin.

If either one of them moved forward a bit, their lips would touch. But he stayed in the same position.
After wiping, he let her go.

He stood up and left the room with the bowl in his hands.



As Stella watched him walk away, her tense body relaxed. She glanced at the wide bedroom, then shut
her eyes.

When Weston returned, he saw that she’d curled up in the blanket. He shook his head and went
straight to the bathroom.

Under the blanket, she could hear the sound of running water.


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