Chapter 622

Stella slept soundly that night, perhaps from the effects of the medicine. Recently, however, she
seemed plagued by more and more fatigue each time she woke up.

Perhaps she’d been taking too much medicine lately, or perhaps it was Weston’s insatiable appetite.

The next morning, Stella heard a baby cry before she woke up. It startled her, and she thought she was
still in a dream.

After a while, the baby’s crying became extremely clear, as if it was coming from the living room.

Quickly, she lifted the covers and ran out of the bedroom without her slippers. She rushed to the living
room and shouted, “Baby!”

Then, she saw Weston standing there with a baby in his arms. When he heard her running, he looked
at her.

“You’re awake?”

Stella thought she was still dreaming. She froze at the door, unable to stop staring at the baby in his
arms.

Weston paused a little and introduced the child. “This is Zachary. Come and meet him.”

Stella jerked her head up and put her hand on the door frame, looking at him in disbelief.

“What do you mean?”

Weston frowned. “Don’t you like kids?”



Stella fell silent and almost dug her nails into the cracks of the door. “Are you mocking me?” she asked,
her nails screeching noisily on the door,

She liked children, but only her own child, the child who was gone before she could meet him.

Her feelings were not for charity, and there was simply no reason why she should like Guinevere’s
child.

Weston had Zachary picked up yesterday. The butler from the Ford mansion did not know about
Weston’s property here. They only knew Weston took Zachary with him, but they did not know where it
was.

Of course, it was not Weston who looked after the baby. Joan was the one who cared for him all night.
Zachary, however, cried nonstop this morning, and Weston had come to pacify him. He did not think it
would wake Stella up.

He believed that Stella would be happy to see the baby, so her reaction took him by surprise. With the
baby in his arm, Weston walked over to her.” You don’t like him?”

Stella could see the baby’s crying face as he approached her. She closed her eyes and turned her
head away. “I don’t know what you mean. That’s the child you had with Guinevere. He has nothing to
do with me…”

“Last night, you said you wanted children.”

“I never said that!” Stella growled, annoyed.

Weston paused a little. Zachary, his face flushed red, refused to stop crying.

Weston turned to Joan, “Take care of him.”



“Okay, sir.” Joan hurried forward and took Zachary away from him. She gently patted her back and
coaxed, “Good boy. Let’s get us some milk, shall we?” As the cries of the child faded, Stella breathed a
sigh of relief and slumped weakly against the door frame.

After noticing how pale she’d become, Weston strode forward and picked her up in his arms.

“Are you feeling unwell?”

Stella said nothing. She leaned on his shoulder and looked at him as he put her on the bed.

“It’s still early. If you’re not feeling well, you should rest,” Weston said.

Stella shook her head and looked at him intently. “Why did you bring Zachary over?” “You were
mumbling in your sleep about wanting a baby.” Weston reached out and tucked her messy hair behind
her ear.

Stella sneered suddenly, not knowing whether to cry or laugh. “Is that why you brought Zachary here?
Are you asking me to treat him as my own child?


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