Chapter 382
Stella was taken aback, having never seen Weston looking like that.
In the past, his rare bouts of illness would merely inflict slight colds upon him that would go away the
next day. During their marriage, Stella had only ever seen him get sick once, but just that once was
enough to make her feel as if the sky had fallen on her.
She stayed by his side and waited on him hand and foot. She would‘ve chosen sickness in his place if
she could. Her mind was so fully occupied by him that she couldn‘t do anything else, except take care of
him.
Weston‘s expressions changed slightly. He seemed to be remembering the same thing too. “Please stay
by my side, okay?” he begged. It was not at all like Weston to have those imploring eyes. “I...” Stella
wavered. “I’ll call for Joan to take care of you.” As soon as she finished her sentence, she saw the light in
Weston‘s eyes diminish. He closed his eyes and then in a jiffy, his old distant and aloof personality
returned. “Okay,” he answered her briefly in a low, hoarse voice. The abrupt regression to his old self
unsettled Stella for some reason. “I‘ll stay home all day,” she told him while avoiding his direct gaze. “I‘ll
be in the study, reading my script. If you need anything, you can call for Joan.” She then rushed out of
the room. Weston‘s eyes followed her until she closed the door behind her.
He remembered being sick once when they were still married. It was only a slight cold back then, far less
serious than what he was going through now. In fact, he didn‘t even feel ill at all. It was Stella‘s keen
eyes that noticed he looked a little off, so she insisted on taking his temperature.
He didn‘t know how lucky he was back then. Not only that, he even found Stella‘s concern irritating.
Since it was only a cold, he thought she was overreacting and turning it into a big deal. How annoying!
But he didn‘t make any objections. He just let her do whatever he wanted, touching and checking his
body here and there, taking his temperature again and again, and even trying to cool his body down with
an ice pack. Then she‘d cover his body with a thick blanket and give him a bowl of chicken soup so he
could keep warm. All that and more for a simple cold.
Weston had never been treated this way before. Or rather, he had only been waited on in such a way by
the servants, and rarely ever received such tender care even from his own parents.
From the outside, he appeared to have a perfect family with perfectly loving parents. The funny thing
was, Weston used to think so too..
However, he now realized that he had never actually had a real taste of tender love and care. He used to
think that because he could have anything he desired in this world–all the money, resources, and status
that many people could only ever dream of ––simple and basic things like genuine love and connection
with his family became so insignificant in comparison that he was unable to feel or appreciate them.
He continued to believe in that until he married Stella. Only then did he start to re–examine his life. He
started to ask himself: had there ever been anyone in this world who was so tough that they didn‘t
require love? Even now, he had no answer to that question.
Meanwhile, Stella devoted all her attention to the script to distract herself from all those messy feelings
that cluttered her mind. Lately, the film crew had been hit with hurdle after hurdle, and Stella could hear
the frustration in Bradley‘s voice when they spoke on the phone. Although she didn‘t cause any of the
problems they were facing, the entire saga still made her extremely anxious. Bradley‘s patience had
been wearing thin thanks to Guinevere breaking one promise after another, and now, the filming was
hampered further by the bad weather. There was a high chance that they might have to rush through the
filming process to catch up to the deadline. Thus, determined not to cause any more delays due to her
personal problems, Stella had to make sure that she was a hundred percent prepared before filming was
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