“I went for karaoke,” Stella Grace said faintly and lowered her eyes. Her long eyelashes were like black fans, covering her eyelids.
Jasper Milton held her hand.
Her hand was as cold as ice.
He tightened his grip and said, “I went to the KTV to find you but you weren’t there, only your bag and cell phone were.”
“With your capabilities as a Chief, would you not know where I was?” Stella retorted with a smile on her face. Her eyes were gentle, but there was no smile in them. She looked very strange.
Jasper frowned.
Apart from the location from her phone, he really couldn’t find her. The tracker seemed to be broken so he couldn’t trace her. After searching for the whole night, he finally found her location, and he immediately rushed over.
However, he suspected that it was Frederick Addington who blocked the tracking device.
She was covered with the stench of blood.
He remained calm and restrained, but there was a surge of anger within him. His judgment was clouded by rage. “What are you trying to do? Are you trying to provoke me with Frederick, or are you retaliating against me? What’s the meaning of this?”
Stella’s eyes flashed, as if she had swallowed bitter water.
She fainted yesterday, otherwise, she would not have left with Frederick.
If he thought that she was taking revenge on him, then so be it.
“Yes, it’s meaningless. Give me my bag and cell phone. I won’t go to the military base for the time being. I’ll take the day off today.” Stella wanted to calm down.
“You can leave for a week if you want.” Jasper turned around and got back into the car.
Her bag was thrown out of the window.
It was like a knife had stabbed into her heart.
She was an excellent psychologist.
She knew that Jasper’s actions were due to anger and disgust.
After getting along for so long, they stopped caring for each other. They didn’t care for each other because they didn’t cherish each other, and they didn’t cherish each other because they had found other people to care for.
Her complaints, anger, sharpness, abruptness became a double-edged sword. She hurt herself as much as she hurt others.
No one would want to approach her. Everyone was afraid of being hurt.
Stella picked up the bag, opened it, and picked out her medicine bottle. Her hands were trembling, and she swallowed the pill without water.
Her unstable mood gradually calmed down.
Stella booked a room in a nearby hotel. She took a bath and applied some medicine on her wound. After getting dressed, she lay in bed and stared at the ceiling in a daze.
Most men like submissive and obedient women. They liked women who relied on them, acted coquettishly, and could satisfy their self-esteem.
The girl of their dreams would have long hair fluttering in the air. She would walk gracefully in the wind. She would be gentle, affectionate and kind.
However, because they were men, they didn’t like their women to ask questions or intervene in their life, especially when it involved their relationships with other women. They would be annoyed and even disgusted.
Jasper was a male chauvinist.
She could not act submissively or coquettishly, and she didn’t want to rely on him. She wouldn’t beg for mercy even if he threatened to leave.
Perhaps, they had never been suitable for each other.
Stella rested for a while and did not let herself think too much. She went to a shopping mall to buy two expensive sets of clothes and a set of colored makeup.
When no one loved her, she must love herself more.
She changed her clothes. She wore a dress which revealed her bare shoulders. It was white on top, and black on the bottom.
She tied her hair up and put on delicate makeup. She was dignified, noble, pretty, and bright.
She went to the sanatorium and took a peek at Celine Grace.
Celine was reading a book. She had recovered well and her complexion was also very healthy. Her eyes were no longer empty. Instead, there was a sparkling light in them, determined to improve herself to be a better person.
Stella couldn’t show her face.
As soon as she appeared, Celine would ask her about Wilson Chuck. If she disappointed her mother over and over again, all her hard work would go to waste.
Hence, Stella could only look from afar, and watch Celine getting better and better.
Stella’s cell phone rang.
She looked at the number and hesitated for a moment. Then she answered as she walked out of the gate.
A man’s mellow voice came from the phone. “Hello, do you still remember me?”
Stella had a good memory.
He was the man she had randomly dialed, the one who shared his troubles with her.
“Yes, I do. What’s wrong?” Stella asked politely.
“I’m here in City A. I want to see you,” the man said directly.
Stella smiled but refused. “It’d be better if we don’t meet.”
“Don’t get me wrong. After your advice last time, my situation has improved a lot. This time, I came here with a friend. My friend’s son has a big problem,” he said earnestly.
“My rates aren’t low. It’s 1, 000 dollars per hour.”
“Let’s not talk 1, 000 dollars. As long as you can cure his son, he will give you up to a million dollars.”
Stella was silent for a while.
Even if love was gone, her career was still there. The more dispirited she was, the more people would look down on her, and the more abandoned she would be. She had to live a better life.
“See you at Convoy Coffee in Suntec International Inc in an hour,” Stella said and hung up the phone.
When she was about to reach Suntec International Inc, she received a text message.
It was from the man. “Elisa’s private room.”
Stella put away her mobile phone and got out of the car. She then entered Convoy Coffee cafe, found Elisa’s private room, and knocked on the door.
“Come in.” It was the man’s deep voice.
Stella pushed the door open.
There was only one man there.
He was wearing a light blue suit vest with a white shirt inside. He had a slightly refined face and curly hair. He was very handsome and charming.
He was wearing a light, elegant men’s perfume. His lips were red and his teeth were white. He looked young, which didn’t match his deep, matured voice.
Stella sat opposite him.
His eyes were still fixed on her face. “I didn’t expect you to be so beautiful.”
Stella gently touched the table. She didn’t have his warmth or calmness. She held herself up, and asked, “Where is your friend?”
“He went out to buy a pack of cigarettes, he’ll be back soon. You came earlier than I expected. My name is Rolland Cher. What’s yours?” Rolland asked.
She did not want to be friends with him, so she skipped right to the point. “Tell me about your friend’s children.”
Stella took out a pen and a notebook from her bag.
Rolland smiled and said, “Are you always so cold?”
“There’s no need to be enthusiastic, in case others would misinterpret my actions. There’s no need to look for trouble,” Stella said seriously.
“I’m curious, how can a beautiful, carefree, and mature woman like yourself not be cherished,” Rolland said pitifully.
Stella smiled. “A rose looks beautiful, but its thorns will hurt those who pick it. The rose itself will wither after it has been forcefully picked. Isn’t it normal for people to stop cherishing a withered flower? If you are here to know about my private matters, I’m sorry, I’ll be leaving.”
Stella put the notebook and pen into her bag and got up.
Rolland also stood up. He was very tall, around 1. 9 meters. “If I said something wrong, I apologize. I won’t ask anymore. I really brought my friend here to ask for your help.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the private room opened.
Stella looked at the man and paused.
It was him!