NovelAppChapter 391
Joan scared herself by going into another room.
Stella fidgeted as she sat on Weston‘s lap, feeling his body‘s warmth even through their clothes.
“You‘re really very warm. Why don‘t you take your temperature properly?” “Haven‘t I already done that
a couple of times?”
Stella was speechless.
She recalled those few attempts at taking his temperature, which was probably inaccurate because
Weston refused to cooperate. “You‘re no longer a child. Why are you being so difficult when it comes to
taking your temperature? If you don‘t do it properly this time, I won‘t bother with you anymore.” She
heard a low chuckle coming from him. “I got it.”
He even tried to make himself sound obedient and pliant.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtA few minutes later, Weston proactively handed his thermometer to her. “Does it look accurate this
time?” Stella looked at the window and reported, “102, almost 104 degrees.” She was slightly taken
aback. “Didn‘t I put a cool towel on your forehead just now to lower your temperature? Why did your
fever worsen...” Weston was slightly annoyed and placed the thermometer at the side. He pulled Stella
back into his arms. “I‘m fine.” “You‘re burning up and still dare to say you‘re fine?” “Are you worried
about me?” Weston rubbed the tip of his nose against her ear. Even with such subtle movements,
Stella could feel the heat emanating from his body. “No, I‘m just worried that your family might come
looking for me and hold me accountable if you were to turn silly from your fever.”
“Then you shall be held accountable,” Weston said casually. Stella knew it was just a passing remark
and disregarded it. “If you continue having a fever, how will you go to work tomorrow?‘ “Still insisting
you‘re not worried about me? Hmm?” Falling sick wasn‘t a big deal for Weston. He seldom fell ill, but if
falling ill meant he could see Stella getting worried for him, it didn‘t seem like a bad idea.
Stella remained silent.
Was she worried about him?
She didn‘t exactly feel worried. If it were in the past, she would probably be panicking, seeing how high
his fever had gotten. However, she didn‘t feel anything much now, except for mild concern.
If something really were to happen to him, she was more concerned that Guinevere might create
trouble for her.
“Let‘s continue watching the movie.”
He could sense Stella getting distracted with her thoughts again and caressed her head. “I‘ll be fine
after a night‘s rest.”
Then shouldn‘t you go to bed early?” “It‘s still early now.” “Whatever it is, you‘re sick now. It‘s always
ideal for getting more rest.” “I can‘t fall asleep right now,” Weston cut her off. “Isn‘t it good that I watch a
movie with you? I might get really busy in the time to come.” “That‘s fine. I’m about to join the crew and
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmbecome busy, too.” Weston tightened his hold over her and rested his chin on her head. “Do you really
want to so badly?” Stella sensed a sudden change in his tone and turned around to look at him.
“You‘ve already promised to let me stay on the crew and finish my role. You can‘t go back on your
word.” “I haven‘t even said anything, and here you are getting worried,” Weston pinched her cheeks.
“Did I say anything about not letting you act?” “What you said just now made me worried that you‘d
break your promise.”
“I‘ll never break my promise to you.” Stella remained silent, but the look of sarcasm in her eyes was not
lost on him.
Weston turned her head around. “Except for letting you go.”
“Whatever it is, you just need to remember our one–year timeline.” His face darkened. “The Stella
Sealey of the past would never keep harping on the same thing.” She wouldn‘t have tried to keep
leaving him, either. Stella didn‘t say anything further and took a deep breath. “If you don‘t like it, I won‘t
say it again.” “Good.” Weston leaned in and kissed her on the lips. “Stay by my side, Stella. I‘ll give you
everything you want.”
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