Chapter 261

Stella stared at him dully. She had seen him like this before when they were still married.

When he was losing control, he would gaze at her that way.

Feeling mocked, she reached her hands out to touch his eyebrows.

He appeared to like being this close to her and allowed her to touch his face as much as she wanted.

Weston doesn’t like physical touch, but Stella was an exception. After a moment of silence, he heard
her speak in a deep voice, “I’m very curious. Does Guinevere not satisfy you?”

The atmosphere between them instantly shattered when she brought up another woman’s name.

The little warmth they had earlier was now filled with coldness and unspeakable embarrassment.

Perhaps Weston didn’t take this seriously, but Stella couldn’t accept her identity at all. But what was
she? Merely a mistress of his…

As much as she didn’t want to, she lived under Guinevere’s shadow.

The man’s fingertips pressed against the corners of her mouth, and his expression slowly calmed
down. “Do you know that you just ruined the mood?” “Really?” Her lips were pulled into a tight line.

Weston let Stella go.

With both having little appetite to eat, the table was still full of dishes.

Joan wanted to clear the table, but Weston shot her a glance, instructing, “Leave it there.”

“Sir…” she stammered, a little hesitating.



He rubbed his forehead in frustration and repeated himself. “I said, leave it there.”

“Yes, sir.”



Joan didn’t understand how they were fine one minute but argued the next.

Stella didn’t know how long she stayed in the toilet. Not wanting to face him, she took a really long
bath. Though she had been in an enclosed space for a long time, something was different today
Weston didn’t want to bother her, but considering the time she was taking, he walked to the

door and knocked. “Stella, are you trying to suffocate yourself?”

No sound came out.

Weston’s eyebrows scrunched as if realizing something had happened. “Stella, answer me!”

It was still quiet inside.

Instantly, his face darkened, and he kicked the door open.

A loud bang ensued as the door fell.

He strode inside.

The stuffy toilet was marred by steam, and inside the bathtub laid Stella with her eyes shut.

She was so quiet she looked like she was sleeping.

His eyes widened and an indescribable wave of fear coursed through his body.



“Stella!”

Without a second thought, he pulled her out of the water and pinched her philtrum.”Are you insane?”

From the looks of it, he believed she must’ve deliberately done that to herself. Quickly, he laid her on
the ground and put pressure on her ribcage, attempting to resuscitate her. After a while, she sputtered
unceremoniously and spat out water as she choked and gagged

“Cough!”


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