Chapter 650

Weston’s eyes turned dark. “Where did you learn this from? Negotiation and keeping scores.” “I’ve
already suffered in your hands once, and I needed to learn how to protect myself.” Stella suddenly
leaned closer and positioned her chin in his palm. She looked innocently at him. “Didn’t you say that
you like me?”

She turned her face up at him, shooting him a look that looked dangerously like the look she gave him
last night.

She was completely at his mercy, with tears falling down her cheeks, either from ecstasy or unfulfilled
desires. Weston pinched her chin and bit the corner of her lip.

Only after she yelped in pain did he finally let go.

“As you wish,” he said.

At Fern University.

Stella saw Roger holding a book in his hand and sprinting towards her. She immediately strode to him
with brisk steps. “Slow down! Why don’t you have an umbrella with you?”

Roger rushed under the shelter of her umbrella, placing one arm over her shoulders and the other
taking over the umbrella from her.

Both of them walked in the rain towards the entrance of the school.

“I saw that it was just a short walk and didn’t want to keep you waiting.”



Stella looked at him helplessly, “Don’t be like this next time. You haven’t fully recovered, don’t expose
yourself to the rain.”

“All right, I got it,” Roger had her nag about this for the umpteenth time.

Stella glared at him, which made him say solemnly, “I really got it. I won’t do it again.”

Stella heaved a sigh of relief.

He was too young and energetic, often neglecting his own health. He seldom took her words seriously
and would only pay more attention whenever she pretended to be angry.

“Why did you come alone today? Where is Riley?” Stella asked.

Roger rubbed his nose and said, clearly uncomfortable with the shift in topic. “Why are you asking
about her? She’s not your sister.”

Stella glared at her. “Can’t you treat her better?”

“Why must I? She’s not my sister.”

“But she likes you. Can’t you tell?”

“So what? Must I like her back just because she likes me?”

“Roger Sealey!” Stella raised her voice.

Roger immediately piped down. “All right, all right. Let’s stop talking about her.” The two walked out of
the school entrance and hailed a cab.



When Roger heard the destination Stella had in mind, he asked, “Stella, did you strike it rich? Why are
we going to such an expensive place?”


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