Chapter 79
It might have been the recollection of the scene earlier that triggered the effects of the drug in her blood.
She opened her eyes wide, which were slightly red and bloodshot, and couldn’t stop her body from shaking involuntarily.
Justin could clearly see that something was wrong with Stella as he crouched down before her. “What exactly is going on with you?”
awake, “I’m really sorry. Could you send me to the hospital, please?”
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In the dimly lit private room. A moment’s change made the noisy and bustling private room turn deadly silent. No one dared to make a sound as they all looked tentatively at Weston. Ever since Stella left, he thrashed everything within reach in the private room. Beginning with the table right before him, to the wine glass that Stella poured wine into for him, almost everything was smashed mercilessly on the floor. Glass shards were all over the floor.
No one dared to even breathe, clueless as to why Weston was so worked up.
Even Weston himself did not know why.
At that moment, he was seated in a dark corner, his dress pants slightly wrinkled from being sat on by Stella. His buckle shone in the light, while the red stains on his white shirt could barely be seen.
The man’s sharp, beautiful eyes were shrouded in the darkness. His slightly heavy breaths betrayed the bad mood he was currently in. He took a long puff of his cigarette as scenes from earlier replayed endlessly in his mind.
He was not one to lose control.
Over so many years, he had never lost control over himself. Earlier, he had forced Stella into his embrace, seeking her touch by pinching her chin and demanding more of her.
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