Chapter 914

It was windy out at sea.

Even on a clear, sunny day, the deck still felt a little chilly.

On the narrow deck, bodyguards dressed in black stood in a row, surrounding the entire ship, making
any attempt of escape impossible.

Mr. Ford had only sent a few bodyguards over, so naturally, he couldn‘t match so many people.

Inside the ship were all Weston‘s subordinates, and the whole ship was under his control.

Everyone was waiting on the board, only to see a tall and handsome man walking out of the cabin with a
woman in his arms.

The scorching sun only accentuated the man‘s facial features even more, though the look on his face
was as cold as ice.

Stella pressed her face tightly against his chest.

It wasn‘t that she wanted to be held like this, but he wasn‘t letting her walk away.

Sensing her squirmy movements, the man scolded in a low voice, “Be good.”

He obviously didn‘t have the tenderness he had towards her before, as if he had returned to the state
they were in when they got married before.

He was speaking to her with cold and harsh words.

Without a word, Stella let the man wrap her in a suit jacket and strode onto another boat.



No bystanders dared to make a sound. They all pretended they didn‘t see the scene in front of them.

They were all Weston‘s men, so naturally, they won‘t say a word for her.

Perhaps they thought she was a good–for–nothing woman who ran away on her wedding day, what
more when the groom was as incredible as Weston!

Very few had the chance to get such an opportunity.

Stella lowered her eyes without any expression on her face.

After getting onto another boat, they immediately returned to the original direction.

Weston glanced at the time and said lightly, “Did you think that I wouldn‘t have come for you just because
the wedding’s started??”

Stella said nothing and merely pursed her lips.

He put her on the leather sofa, and the white side of the boat blocked the scene outside.

There were only two of them in this area, and he could do anything to her without being seen.

Realizing this, Stella felt a little uncomfortable. “What are you going to do with me?” she asked
uncomfortably.

Seeing that she was looking down at her toes, Weston tidied up the folds of her cuffs and asked, “What
do you think?”

Still, she remained silent and refused to answer.

He suddenly let go and lifted her chin. “Tell me the truth, are you planning to elope with Roger today?”



Stella frowned suddenly and pried his hand away. “What the hell are you talking about?! We‘re...

She seemed unable to complete her sentence.

Even if Roger had clearly expressed his dark and deviant thoughts to her, he had always been family in
her eyes.

So, whether it was Roger or Weston, saying such words made her feel extremely disgusted.

Pushed away, Weston sneered. “I know you both are not actual siblings. What else do you have to say?”

Stella pursed her lips tightly, her face gloomy. “I know I shouldn‘t have run from the wedding, but there is
nothing between us besides being family. I only see him as my relative. Please don‘t say that again. It‘s
disgusting!”

The word “disgusting” seemed familiar to Weston. “I believe you‘ve used these words to describe me
before.”

He walked up to her, squatted down, and made her look at him.

She sat on the sofa and looked into the man‘s deep inky eyes. ” Please, Weston. Put an end to this. Stop
torturing me.”




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