Chapter 393

Stella responded, “I told you way earlier that you should see the doctor, but you insisted not
to. You had to faint before you allowed the doctor to look at you.” “I didn‘t faint,” Weston‘s face fell as he
corrected her. “I was just a little tired and fell asleep.”

“Fine, whatever you say.”

He furrowed his brows, unhappy that Stella was just trying to patronize him.

He reached out, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her close. “Sit here and keep me company. Don‘t go
anywhere else.”

Stella wanted to go to her workroom to read her script, but she now had no choice but to sit back down.

The family doctor couldn‘t help but tease, “When I give you an injection later, do you want to cover his
eyes, Ms. Steele?”

He would only dare to joke like that because Stella was around.

For some reason, he felt that Weston wouldn‘t get angry because Stella was around.

As he had expected, Weston looked at him with mild annoyance but did not pursue the matter.

Stella chuckled and turned to Weston, teasing him further, “If you‘re afraid of injections, just say the word.
I‘ll definitely save you.”

His face darkened, but he remained silent and shut his eyes, not willing to stoop to her level.

Stella‘s interest was piqued as she saw how the doctor started looking for the vein at the back of his
hand.



Weston had a pair of strong, good–looking hands. His knuckles were well–defined on his long fingers,
and the veins under his skin were faintly visible. It was probably a pair of arms that were very easy to
inject. The needle pierced through, and blood began flowing through the tubes. Stella looked, finding him
completely unaffected, and found it boring. “So calm even during an injection. You‘re no fun at all...”

“Do you think I‘m like you, needing to cover my eyes before I can get an injection?” Weston joked.

Stella suddenly recalled the time she was forced to donate blood to Guinevere and the smile on her face
immediately faded.

The corners of her lips twitched, but she said nothing.

Weston did not know what the reason behind her sudden change in mood was, but he held her hands.

After the injection, the family doctor began to prescribe some medicine for Weston.

As Weston took his medicine, the doctor started packing his bag. “Although the fever is rather high, it
wouldn‘t be much of an issue as long as his temperature comes down. The drugs should come into
effect soon.”

Stella nodded. “Thank you, Doctor.” “Don‘t mention it. It‘s my job,” the doctor replied.

With that, he stood up.

Joan walked over and said, “Why don‘t you stay over for the night? I‘ll clean up a guest room for you. If
Mr. Ford‘s fever doesn‘t subside in the middle of the night, it‘ll be easier for you to help.” Stella thought it
was a good idea. Turning to Weston, she asked, “What do you think?” Weston caressed her head. “You
decide. You‘re the mistress around here.”

He said the word “mistress” in a tone that was tender to no end.



A glint flashed past Stella‘s eyes, but she instinctively avoided his gaze and turned to look at Joan
instead. “Please help clean up the guest room, then.” Joan nodded and brought the doctor downstairs.

After they left, Weston immediately pulled Stella into his embrace. She struggled against his hold, “You‘re
still on a drip, aren‘t you worried about moving around too much?” “What‘s there to be afraid of?” Weston
rested his chin on her head and rubbed against it. He lowered his head and kissed her cheeks. His
breath was still hot and heavy, and Stella somehow found him exceptionally sticky when he was sick.
Why did she never realize that he had this side to him? “Are you a child? You‘re so sticky when you‘re
sick.” Weston remained silent as he kept an arm around her waist, refusing to let her go. “You must stay
with me.“


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