Chapter 595
She had originally wanted to say that she was not in pain and could continue.
But seeing how Weston cared about her, she suddenly felt that it was unnecessary.
If it were in the past, she would appreciate that he stopped , but now that she had taken the medicine , she would only suffer if he stopped.
She didn’t want to be bewitched by his gentleness, and she tried to use this unbearable torture to constantly remind herself not to be immersed in these gentle illusions.
If he left one day, what would be left to her would only be a hundred times more cruel than it was now.
It was rare for her to admit that she was in pain, and he seemed to enjoy it. He carried her in his arms and gently patted her back as he comforted her.
He was treating her like a fragile treasure.
Stella nestled in his arms, which should have been a very secure embrace, but she only felt like she was drifting.
The pervasive heat gnawed at her, and the closer he got to her, the more uncomfortable she felt.
As soon as night fell, she went back to the bedroom to sleep.
Weston gave her plenty of time to rest.
The man was no longer around when she woke up the following day.
She felt much better, and her consciousness had become clearer. She saw a black card on the bedside table.
She was stunned.
Before this, Weston also gave her a card, but she had never really used it.
She knew that he was doing this to remind her.
Her eyes flashed, then she reached out and put the card in her wallet.
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