Stella Grace got so angry, she couldn’t utter a word.
He had treated her like a prostitute!
What was she going to do?
What could she do?
Sue him?
She couldn’t bring herself to do that.
She couldn’t ruin his reputation, upset him, or harm him in any way.
Moreover, he had already forgotten about her.
He only cared about Bettany Hadley now.
Stella felt her face warming up and she realized she was tearing up again. She wiped away her tears and looked Jasper in the eye.
There was no emotion in them.
“Why are you crying?” Jasper finally asked with a frown.
The more Stella thought about it, the angrier she got. She smacked him with a pillow again.
He caught it calmly and put it away then looked her in her red eyes.
“Forget about it, Jasper. There are things that you shouldn’t be involved in. Don’t get yourself into any trouble. You, Jasper Milton, are a big shot. You could be a top dog one day, that’s what everyone is expecting,” Stella said.
“Everyone, including you?” Jasper asked in a low voice.
“Of course. We do not hate each other. I actually had a boyfriend who became the greatest person on earth. When I become a grandmother, I would proudly tell my grandchildren about him,” Stella said without hesitation.
Jasper sat on the sofa silently. His eyes were like X-rays when he looked at her.
Stella dared not look at him, let alone talk to him. She was afraid that she might accidentally expose something.
The awkward silence was crushing her.
Jasper got up after an hour.
Stella watched him nervously.
He silently adjusted his clothes and left her room.
Stella collapsed on the bed.
His scent lingered in the room, filling her nostrils.
Stella thought of a day long past.
A mighty soldier protected her with his own body.
He was not afraid of death, unshaken by blades. He was always on the front line at every battle.
He was a kind person who could always warm a person’s heart.
It was just that fate had been cruel to her.
What terrible fate!
Stella stood up and smashed the ashtray, the lamp, and the TV.
Finally, she crashed on the sofa and lowered her head, suddenly fatigued. Her shoulders were trembling. Once again, she cried like a banshee.
Even then, her heart still ached.
Being too rational and wise could bring someone despair.
She had an incurable condition.
She took a small white bottle from her bag and poured a white pill out. She plopped it into her mouth and wash it down with some water. Finally, she climbed into bed.
She had lied to Jasper, it was actually insomnia medicine, to induce sleep. She carried it with her at all times.
Gradually, Stella fell asleep.
She slept until dawn. When she opened her eyes, she saw the room was in a mess.
She lost her mind again yesterday.
Stella picked up the phone and called reception. “I will check out in an hour. Err, something happened to my room. I think it would be better to ask your manager to come and have a look. I’ll pay for the damages when I check out.”
She quietly walked into the bathroom.
She brushed her teeth, washed her face, put on makeup, combed her hair, put on a Chanel spring lightly tanned windbreaker, and picked up her LV bag.
When she was packing up, the hotel manager came over to survey the room. “Did you get robbed? I can call the police.”
“No, I didn’t. You can do the math. I’ll compensate for whatever you have lost,” Stella said calmly while pulling the zip of her suitcase. “Is it still raining outside?” she asked.
“No, not anymore.” the hotel manager replied respectfully.
“Okay, thanks.” Stella went out with her luggage, pressed the button of the lift, and went to the lobby.
“I’m the guest in room 1809. I’m would like to check out.” Stella handed over her room card and the receipt for deposit to the receptionist.
She knew that the manager would take some time to check the damaged items in the room. She took out her phone and sent a text to Greg Miles. “I’ll be a bit late today.”
“That’s okay. I’ve arranged a proposal for you. Have a look at it when you’re in. Sign it if you think it’s okay.” Greg replied.
“Okay.”
“Madam, your bill is fifteen thousand and six hundred dollar,” the receptionist said.
“Can I pay with PayPal?” Stella asked.
“Yes, sure.”
When Stella was logging into her PayPal account on her phone, someone next to her handed the receptionist a bank card. “I’ll pay for her.”
Stella looked at the man next to her in surprise.
He was tall and strong with slightly fair skin, dressed in a suit and black-frame spectacles. He exuded maturity.
However, she did not know him.
The man smiled at Stella’s confused expression. “I came on behalf of Mr. Milton.”
“Which Mr. Milton?”
She didn’t know many Miltons aside from Jasper.
“Jasper Milton, Mr Jasper Milton,” the man replied.
Stella didn’t want anyone else to know about her relationship with Jasper. She lowered her voice and said, “I don’t need him to pay for it.”
“Miss Grace, you’re smart. As an expert in psychology, you should understand Mr. Milton’s temper. If he wants to pay, no one can stop him,” Renault Leves said with a smile.
Stella frowned and turned around, still bewildered.
The whole reason she was checking out from this hotel was to avoid this situation.
What was Jasper trying to do?
She walked to the door with her luggage, still confused.
Four tall, strong men stood in front of her.
Stella turned to look at Renault, anger rising.
Renault calmly returned her deposit to Stella.
Stella asked, “What do you mean?”
“We’ll talk about it after you get in the car. You know that you have to. You should know, with Mr. Milton’s power, there would not be any evidence left if you disappear here right now,” Renault Leves said with a smile, though he sounded like he was threatening her.
This man was a smiling tiger.
Stella continued walking. Renault’s men grabbed her luggage and put it into the car boot.
Stella breathed a sigh of relief and adjusted her breathing. She climbed into the Lincoln.
Jasper was not in the car.
Renault sat next to her. “Mr. Milton likes you very much. He wants you to be his woman for a year. What are the clauses you would like to bring up?”
Stella was very shocked. “What?”
She was not expecting this.
What did it mean?
He already had a fiancee.
Was he trying to make her his mistress?