Chapter 556

Stella never talked to Weston about her family.

Even though Ben had submitted a complete and detailed report of Stella’s background when they first
got married, Weston didn’t pay much attention to it because he wasn’t interested at all.

All he knew was that Stella had long severed all contact with her family and left her home with Roger
before surviving on their own.

Seeing how tormented she had looked in her sleep just now, Weston realized that he knew too little
about her. He even assumed that Stella’s emotions were probably stabilizing gradually since it wasn’t
that often that she had nightmares about her baby

Little did he know that her mind was plagued by another nightmare.

She was only in her early twenties. How could she have gone through so much in her young life?

He turned glum. He took her hand and kissed it gently before telling her, “You should go wash up a
little, okay?”

Stella was still in a daze. When she finally woke up, she felt like all her energy had been sapped from
her body. She needed Weston’s help to even stand up.

“How long have I been asleep?” she asked, her voice raspy.

“About an hour,” replied Weston after glancing at his watch.

He didn’t want to bring up the subject of her nightmare, so he just kissed her forehead and reminded
her, “It’s getting late. We should get some rest.”



“Okay,” she responded simply, but just as she was about to take her first step, Weston suddenly picked
her up. Rather than resisting , Stella leaned against his shoulder quietly. She just didn’t have an ounce
of energy left.

With practiced efficiency, Weston carried her to the bathroom, gently placed her in the bathtub, and
then started

filling it with warm water.

“Wait…” Stella protested meekly, slightly distressed because she was still wearing the red evening
dress. “You’ll ruin the fabric of this dress if it gets wet…”

“I’ll buy you another one,” he replied nonchalantly.

He then let her hair down and continued bathing her with the same seriousness he’d approach a
multibillion -dollar contract

But Stella took no notice of this. Once she’d regained her senses, the only thing preoccupying her mind
was the incident in the bar.



“You still haven’t told me how you’re going to deal with Rory

“What did you dream of just now?”

They both spoke simultaneously.

They looked at each other in silence before Stella finally shook her head. “Nothing in particular. It was
just a normal dream…”



The hand that was wiping up her body stopped abruptly. Weston frowned. It seemed that he saw
through her lie right away.

“You were crying in your sleep,” he stated.

Stella balled up her fists. In fact, she had no idea what she was saying in her sleep and had no interest
in continuing the topic.

“What exactly are you going to do with Rory?” she persisted.” And what about Roger? He… he was
really drunk. I’m sure he didn’t mean to cause any trouble…”

Weston tossed the towel in his hand into the bathtub, creating a splash

“Even now, all you can think about is Roger ?” he hissed, his eyes staring right into her soul. “Is he that
important to you? More important than your own life?!”

Stella pursed her lips and looked coldly at him, not understanding what he meant.

After a long pause, she finally replied, “He’s the only family I have…”

“I’ve heard that before!” Weston nudged her chin up with his fingers. “Why haven’t I ever noticed how
heartless you can be?”

Stella’s eyes flickered as she saw the wounded expressions on his face.

“I never knew how impulsive you could be either…”

“Is Roger the only thing you care about?” he interrupted her.“ You really would do anything for that guy,
huh?!”

Stella nodded.



“I told you he’s the only family I have. Of course, I’ll do anything for him!”

She saw his eyes turn violently dark. He kept his penetrating gaze fixed on her as he snarled, “You
really do know how to provoke me.”

The grip of his hands on her body grew tighter and tighter. She drew a sharp breath as an aching pain
rippled through her body


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