Chapter 558

It was clear Weston knew very little of Stella’s past life.

The sound of rushing water filled the bathroom. After soaking in the bathtub for a while, Stella finally
got up and turned on the shower.

She had no idea Weston recently loved letting Stella soak in the bath. He would even help her clean
her body with a curious fervor as if the activity gave him a lot of pleasure.

But Stella never liked soaking in the bathtub.

Now that he had gotten angry and left the room, there was no reason to keep soaking. So she got out
and took a shower instead.

The water soon stopped flowing. Stella opened the door and walked out…

As soon as she stepped into the bedroom, her eyes met with Weston’s, and she stopped dead in her
tracks.

“You’re not in bed yet?” she asked, breaking the silence.

Weston looked coldly at her and said nothing. He seemed to be trying to ignore her.

Stella’s eyes glimmered. She, too, said nothing.

Weston was getting more and more unpredictable these days. She had no idea what kind of mood he
was in right now, but she was pretty sure that she made him angry in the bathroom.

But that would be bad, because she still had something to ask of him. Knowing this, Stella had to
swallow her pride and try to cheer him up. She took a deep breath, softened her expression, and



turned her gaze towards him.

“Is the cut on your face okay?” she asked.

When he was helping her in the bathroom just now, she noticed that a little bit of the soapy water had
splashed onto the cut on his face. He stormed out before she could clean il, and Siella feared that it
mighi be getting worse.

“If you’re not going to bed yet,” Siella continued, inching closer towards him, “then let me take care of
the cut for you,“

So you did notice that I was injured 100,” he finally responded with his icy stare fixed on her.

Stella knew that those words were laced with sarcasm, but she merely pursed her lips and did not
argue with him.

Seeing no response from her, Weston suddenly got up and turned on his heels to leave, but Stella
quickly grabbed his arm and stopped him

“If you knew that you were injured,” she said, “then why did you have to help me in the bathroom? You
need to take care of that cut now, because I saw it got splashed with water. It’ll fester if you don’t do
anything…”



Stella started nagging as if truly worried about him, but Weston turned his back on her and did not
respond.

At a loss, Stella took a step forward and gently tugged on his sleeve.

“Just let me take care of the cut on your face, okay?”



Weston finally turned around to face her, looking straight into her eyes. After a long, tense silence, his
gaze moved downward and stopped at the hand that was holding onto his sleeve.

“I thought you only care about Roger,” he said. “After all, his injuries are far more serious than mine.”

Stella couldn’t tell if it was sarcasm or disdain in those words.

After forcing herself to calm down, she slowly explained, “Well, he’s a grown-up now. He can look after
himself. He’s got a friend to take care of him as well anyway. I can just go see him tomorrow. But right
now, your wound needs to be taken care of

Before she could finish speaking, she was startled by his terrifying scowl. He suddenly took a step
forward and pinned her against the wall.

She looked up at him.

The cold of the wall bit into her back. There was nowhere to run or hide from him. Like it or not, she
was forced to meet his fiery gaze.

“I’m really sorry…” she started meekly. “I know you’re angry, but I

didn’t know what else to do back in the bar…”

“So you do realize why I’m angry at you?”

His gaze sent shivers down her spine. His whole body seemed to be surrounded by a bloodcurdling
aura.

“Do you know what he would’ve done to you if I hadn’t got there in time?!” he asked. “I shouldn’t have
let him go so easily!”



What really irked him was how Stella would help others without once considering her own safety.

“But things would’ve gone completely out of hand if you did more than what you’ve already done…”
Stella argued, deliberately ignoring the first part of his sentence.

She thought of how violent Weston was in the bar. He could’ve almost killed Rory.

Thinking of this, she shook her head and added, “You shouldn’t have been so brash.”


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