Chapter 258
It was only after Weston left that Henry snickered and said with a hoarse voice, “What do you know? She can’t possibly die.” That woman was just like a cockroach. How could she die? After he said that, he was immersed in the shadows. The sunlight outside was pleasant, but it could not shine on his body. The sunlight shone through the window, slicing the ward into halves of light and darkness. He stayed in the darkness for a long time, and when he reached out, wanting to touch the sunlight outside, it was as if he was forever separated by a barrier.
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Near the end of the afternoon, Stella texted Roger. “I need to go on a business trip this evening so I can’t go home. Please be good when you are at home alone.”
She had had a meal and chatted with him for a long time this afternoon. He was already very satisfied so he did not say anything and simply reminded her to take care of herself.
She let out a breath and thought for a while before telling the chauffeur to send her back to the villa.
Weston had not come back yet, and Joan was cleaning the house. Seeing Stella sitting on the sofa in a daze, she approached her and asked, “Ms. Steele, would you like to eat something?”
She shook her head. “No, I’m fine.” Then, she glanced at the clock. “What time is it?” “It’s almost dinner. I’ll cook after I finish my work here.” Stella paused for a moment, then suddenly got up. “No, you go and do your own thing. I’ll cook”
Joan was a bit taken aback. “This is not in accordance with the contract. Mr. Ford hired me to take care of you. How could I let you cook?” Stella stood still and smiled at her. “He told you to take care of me, so shouldn’t you listen to me?”
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