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Chapter 790 When Stella woke up, it was already very late.
She felt she had slept for a long time and had a long dream.
There seemed to be no one around.
She lifted the quilt, and it fell to the ground. Just as she was about to open the door and go out, she heard Ben‘s
voice at the ward entrance.
“Mr. Ford, mission accomplished....”
Stella immediately halted and stood by the door.
She could see what was happening outside the corridor through the gap.
The man stood tall with his back to her.
She could see his delicate side profile from that angle as he stood there talking with Ben.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“I saw with my own eyes that Ms. Cohen arrived home safely. Both Mr. Cohen and Mrs. Cohen were there...”
As Ben‘s voice fell, Stella‘s pupils trembled violently –
She squeezed the doorknob in her hand tightly and calmed her breathing
... Weston let Guinevere go?
At that moment, she didn‘t know how to describe her feeling.
Bittersweet, stupid, and expected uncertainty. She should have thought of it long ago.
How could Weston punish Guinevere for her, given the relationship they had?
He probably was putting up an act.
In the end, he still let her go.
She believed him, which made her a real fool.
The ridiculous thing was that Weston‘s promise to her touched her.
She told herself countless times not to be immersed in his tenderness.
But sometimes, it was still hard to control herself.
However, whenever she had her hopes up, Weston would crush them.
No matter how cruel Guinevere was to her, he would never hurt her.
Compared to Guinevere, Stella would always be the second choice.
She should‘ve seen it sooner.
She closed her eyes and leaned against the door.
The door shifted, making a slight noise.
Ben immediately closed his mouth and looked over the door
Stella released her hand in a panic, stumbled a few steps back, and hurriedly ran to the bed to lie down. Weston
heard the movement, frowned slightly, opened the door, and looked. Seeing that Stella was still sleeping peacefully
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmon the bed, he closed the door again.
Ben asked, “Has Miss Ella woken up?”
“No.”
Weston said, “Keep your voice down, don‘t disturb her.”
“Well, then I should have seen it wrongly just now...”
Ben thought about it for a while. He believed he heard some movement just now, but he could‘ve been too nervous
and heard wrong.
Weston suddenly instructed him, “Don‘t tell her about the operation she just had.” “Why?”
Ben couldn‘t comprehend it. “Didn‘t Miss Ella always want a child? If you told her that the operation just now was
done so that she could have a child, she should be willing to cooperate and will be very happy.”
Weston closed his eyes, and there was a roaring pain from his temples.
He remembered that Stella once looked at him with extremely disappointed eyes. It meant no hope would be better
than giving her broken hope. “Don‘t tell her yet. She can‘t bear any huge emotions in her current situation.”