Chapter 623

Stella found him unbelievable and unbearable. What was he even thinking? Why would he insult her
like this?

“Do you know how painful it is for me to lose my baby? If it wasn’t for you and Guinevere, I wouldn’t
have lost my baby!”

All of a sudden, she screamed hysterically, pulled the pillow behind her, and slammed it hard into
Weston.“ You b*stard!”

Weston remained still, allowing her to vent her frustrations on him.

Stella relentlessly poured her frustrations until she was a little tired. Then, she reached out and tidied
her messy hair.

“If you don’t want to see him, he’ll never appear in front of you again,” he promised her.

Stella suddenly looked at Weston with hollow eyes. “Must you make me into that person?”

Weston pursed his lips tightly and remained silent.

“Do you have to turn into someone who hates even children?” Stella’s eyes were blank and out of
focus. “I’ve made up my inind that I’ll stay with you for this year. Why must you torture me like this?”

She thought that they’d come to a mutual agreement last night, and she was going to treat him with the
same attitude until the one-year contract expired.

She could embrace Weston with the help of medication, but why did he have to do this to her?

Why did he have to open her wounds over and over again?



The child was a pain she could never forget. Weston actually had the nerve to bring the child he had
with Guinevere, and even asked if she liked the baby… How could she like the baby? She hated them!
She hated all of them for taking everything away from her.

Meanwhile, in the living room.

Zachary wailed and bawled the entire time. Joan thought he was hungry and made some milk for him,
but he threw up all of it after two sips. Zachary’s crying, however, just simply wouldn’t stop. Joan had
experience with children, but every child was different. It had been years since she had last taken care
of a child, and she panicked for a moment and was anxious. “Don’t cry, little master. Are you hungry?”

It was not like he was hungry either… What was wrong? Could it be the diapers? But she had just
changed his diapers! What could the problem be?

Joan was afraid if the baby kept crying, something would happen to it. She hurried to the bedroom and
knocked on the door.

“Sir, Ms. Steele? The baby won’t stop crying. What should I do?”

Stella had calmed down a lot. When she heard Joan’s request for help, she took a deep breath and
said, “You should go to your son first. I’ll lie down for a while.”

“Have a good rest,” Weston said. He stood up and tucked her in.

He looked at her eyes quietly and suddenly leaned over to kiss her forehead. “I’ll deal with it.”

“I don’t want to see him again.

“I don’t want to see anything about you and Guinevere,” Stella said as she closed her eyes.

After a while, Weston responded with a single word.



“Okay.”

She listened to his footsteps leaving and finally fluttered her eyelashes and opened her eyes.

However, the scene of her meeting Zachary wouldn’t stop playing in her mind.

She had actually met him once in the crew before, and at that time, she had mixed emotions and did
not give him a good look.

When she saw Weston standing in the living room with the baby in his arms, their harmonious
appearance made them look very much like a father and son.

No, they were, in fact, father and son. Stella covered her eyes with her hand as she let out a cynical
chuckle.


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