Chapter 1289

Chapter 1289Chapter 1289
“I think I can trust the character of someone you raised,” Stella told Joan.
Joan breathed a sigh of relief, “Thank you, Madam.”
Stella paused before she corrected her, “I’ve nothing to do with Weston anymore, so you don’t need to
call me Madam now. Just call me Stella.”
“Okay, Stella.”
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Joan’s son moved in that very evening. Because Stella could not see, she had no idea what he looked
like. All she knew was that he was reticent and introverted.
His room was right across Stella’s and next to Joan’s.
From the time they first met, he had not said much to Stella. All he did was answer her questions in
simple, monosyllabic responses.
At first, Stella believed he might have difficulty speaking, and she politely asked Joan about it.
Joan paused after hearing her question, then chuckled
and replied, “No, he just doesn’t like to talk, that’s all.”
Stella nodded. Then she thought about how he was sick and therefore could not stay in the dorm on
campus, so she asked her, “Can you tell me what kind of illness he has? Perhaps I can help you
somehow.” “Oh!” Joan quickly replied. “There’s no need for that! I’ve saved up enough over the years, and he’s been
sick for a long time. We even had help from a charity group, so we didn’t need any help. It’s just that he
still has some small difficulties in his daily life, and the fact that you could provide us with a place to stay
is more than enough. for us…”
Her speech flowed smoothly out of her mouth, just as if she had rehearsed her lines. Stella could not
help but sense that something about her demeanor was fishy.
But then she reminded herself that this was Joan, after all. Joan would never do anything to harm her, so
she quickly dismissed her suspicions.
Joan’s son turned out to be an extremely quiet and introverted man. He had been living with Stella for a
while now, but overall, he made almost no noise. Even his footsteps were hushed and restrained.
But Stella could always feel his presence.
When she got up from her bed in the morning, she could distinctly feel him standing by the bathroom
door, looking at her.
“Are you coming in?” she asked, turning slightly sideways to make way for him.
In fact, each bedroom in her apartment came with its own bathroom, but the heater in her bathroom was
broken, so
she had to use the common one near the living room. She did not expect to bump into the man here.
She was blind, but she could still perceive the difference between light and darkness, so she could tell
that the man in front of her was quite tall and well–built.
She had been abroad, so she was used to seeing tall people, but she still felt that someone this tall was
quite rare in this country. Most people were not nearly as tall as Weston.
Weston…
Stella frowned. Why was she thinking about that man again?
The man in front of her shook his head, but then he remembered that she could not see him, so he took
her hand and gently pulled her towards him.
His extremely measured gestures were gentle and cautious.