Chapter 477

Stella looked at him, slightly confused. “What do you mean?” Weston looked straight into her eyes as if
trying to peer into her soul. “It was your first time on our wedding night.”

He said it with certainty.

He remembered that Stella was a complete wreck that night.

It was easy to tell that she was a virgin.

Given that she was just slightly over 20 years old, it was understandable that she was still a virgin. Yet,
it did not necessarily mean that she never liked any other men before him.

Weston was suddenly very interested in this topic, and he looked deeply at her, “Did you like any other
men before me?”

Stella remained silent.

Weston pinched her chin hard and turned her face towards him. “Tell me the truth.”

Stella paused for a moment, then decided to come clean.

“Of course, I did.”

She sensed Weston pinching her chin even harder, and he seemed suddenly intrigued. “Do you even
care about something so trivial?”

Weston naturally wouldn’t admit to the extent of his possessiveness towards her. He merely asked her
in a displeased tone, “Is that so? Seems like you can’t forget about those men. How many of them
were there?”



Stella replied honestly, “One, only one. But I liked him for a very long time.”

Her admission of liking only one man made the expression on his face soften. But what she said after
that about liking that one man for a very long time made his face stiffen,

“What about now?”

Stella stared right into his eyes and shook her head. “Not anymore. Not at all.”

It was supposed to be an answer that would please Weston very much.



Yet, somehow, her tone made his heart tremble with an inexplicable sense of dread.

Heluexed at histje and asked her, as if trying to induce torture on himself, “Tell me what you like about
him.’

Stella pondered on his question seriously, “Nothing in particular. He was the hunk of the school studied
in, and many girls had a crush on him, including me.”

“So superficial?”

“Yeah, I am that superficial,” Stella smiled and said, “After so many years, I haven’t actually met
another man who looks better than he does. He really was my cup of tea in terms of looks.”

Weston’s brows furrowed gradually. He instinctively wanted to ask Stella how she found his looks
compared to this other man.

He immediately held himself back and was in disbelief that he would even ask something so childish.



The influence that Stella had over him was greater than he had imagined. Stella ignored his
unpredictable mood and went on, “I was still in my teens and getting to know the opposite gender. He
was surrounded by many outstanding women from wealthy and prominent families of society. Yet, he
never really paid much attention to them, and behaved like he was an ascetic…he did everything well
and I often lamented how biased the heavens were towards him in giving all good things to him. I think
his only flaws are the distance that he erects with other people, his lack of empathy, and heartlessness.
Yet, even these, I realized might have been from my own biased perspective.” She paused for a
moment before continuing to reminisce over the past. “There was one time, some hooligans were
giving me a difficult time and coincidentally, he walked by. I originally thought that he wouldn’t bother
extending a helping hand, but to my surprise, he helped me chase them away.” Even after so many
years, she could not forget how Weston chose to help her at her time of need.


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