Chapter 113

The only thing she cared about was Roger. Roger had grown up now. His health had
gradually improved, and he had returned to school.

Her death might be a blow to him, but she believed that he would get over it and have a good future.
Her presence would matter little to him by then.

A strong sense of despair loomed over her. Perhaps, Weston had sensed it too. In that instance, all his
anger was completely extinguished.

He released her and leaned on her shoulder and neck. He gritted his teeth and slowly relaxed his
clenched fist. “Let’s both take a step back… Stella, I won’t trap you forever.”

“What do you mean?” Stella looked at him. Weston suddenly propped himself up and looked straight
into her eyes.

“Just stay with me for a while. I’ll hide your identity. No one will know about us. However, we must
return to how we were when we were married. Once the time’s up, I’ll let you go. You can make a
request to me too.”

“Why should I agree?” “This is your only option. No matter what you’re mine.” He had to figure out why
he became what he was now. Why did it have to be her? Why was he so desperate to have her back?

Maybe he could find the answer after experiencing his marriage with Stella one more time.

After getting out of the car, Stella returned home in a daze. What Weston said in the car was still
echoing in her ears.

She could not understand how he had the audacity to make those demands! He asked that they go
back to the way things were when they were married, and he would end their relationship when he got
tired of it. What did he take her for?





“Are you alright?”

Roger was walking out of the kitchen while drinking water. He noticed Stella’s strange expression, so
he put down the glass in his hand and walked to her. “Are you tired from work?”

Stella shook her head and managed a smile. “I’m fine. I’ll go get some rest.”

Roger followed behind her and did not leave. “Should I call the doctor?”

Stella shook her head. “No, thanks. I’ll go take a quick nap.”

She did not want to bring her troubles to Roger. After entering the bedroom, she threw herself on the
big bed.

Must she submit to Weston’s unreasonable demands? Otherwise, should she fight to the death

Was there any way to make him lose interest in her?

Stella’s heart sank slowly. What if she married someone else? Weston was a proud man. He would not
be able to accept her if she did that.

Weston parked his car in the underground parking lot under the apartment building. When he saw
some big black cars parked there, his face turned gloomy.

His eyes showed nothing but an icy chill. Just like he expected, when he returned to the apartment,
someone who was not supposed to be there got up from the sofa. “You’re back.” Guinevere spoke. She
was a little embarrassed, but she maintained a natural expression.


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