Chapter 362

She struggled for a while.

She did not expect Weston to come here at this time. “Didn‘t you say you weren‘t coming back tonight?”
“‘If I didn‘t, you would come and look for Justin, huh? It seems you have been plotting it for a long time.”

He seemed to be enraged and blamed everything on her. “If I hadn‘t asked the chauffeur to come here,
how long would you flirt with him? “Stella, I never noticed that you actually like to do this.”

The man was gritting his teeth. “Is a forty–year–old man more attractive to you? Or is it that you find it
fulfilling to be someone‘s stepmother?” Perhaps he was really angry, seeing that all the humiliating words
were coming out of his mouth.

Her face grew pale as she listened. Suddenly, she raised her hand and hit him hard. He dodged it, and
the slap landed on his shoulder, making a loud crisp sound. The chauffeur in front knowingly raised the
partition. Her breathing was short, and her eyes were red. Glaring at him, she said, “At this point, what
are you still not happy about? Just how doubtful are you to think that I can start over with Justin by
now?”

He was sensible to know that it would be impossible for the two to get together again.

But the moment he thought about her having the idea to marry Justin, a wave of uncontrollable anger
would surge in his heart.

He would not allow any other man to look at her even once.

“Since there is no possibility between you and him, why did you go to him again and again? Don‘t take
me for a fool, Stella!” He held her in front of him, not allowing her to move.

He stared at her and suddenly kissed her uncontrollably. He wrapped his arms around her so hard that it
was as if he wanted to devour her.



Every time he saw her with another man, he would lose his sanity.

“Mmph.” She was uncomfortable with the kiss.

He was smacking hard on her lips; it did not feel like a kiss, but a punishment.

She wanted to push him away, but he leaned forward to squeeze her hard.

His passion was too much for her to resist.

Soon, the kiss changed. Sensing his intention, she could not help but shout, “No! Weston, don‘t!” Her
whole body was trembling. Feeling where the man put his hands, she was petrified. “Don‘t do this to me,
please...” She was very scared of his touch and resented his intimacy. She had goosebumps all over her
body when he touched her like this. And she could not help but think about the lost child. What was she
doing? What was she doing with him?

She clearly despised him. She was so disgusted...

She swore that she would never see him again in this lifetime. She felt like she was going back on her
word. She was stepping on the body of her lost child and kissing this man. She could not do it. She really
could not.

She cried in silence. Her eyes were red as she tried hard to shed no tears.

But he saw her tears gushing like a downpour.

He did not know how to describe this feeling. Disappointment, pain, and heartbreak. He slowed down,
from the initially fierce storm to a force filled with warmth and affection.


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