NovelAppChapter 411
Stella did a double take. “Hold on… Why are you calling me?” “Why not?” Weston replied, while
gesturing for his chauffeur to drive straight ahead, and he soon spotted Stella hovering near a junction.
She looked ever so adorable and docile as she waited obediently for the lights to turn green.
“No, I just thought that you’d be busy with work…” Stella was going to say that she thought Weston
would spend the day with Guinevere, but quickly stopped herself although she was on the verge of
saying it. “Didn’t I tell you that I would be spending the next few days at home with you?” Stella did not
answer at first, and said after a while, “I’m heading home, then. The lights have just turned green-I
need to cross now. Talk to you later.” “Yeah,” Weston replied, and watched as Stella hung up before
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇttelling the chauffeur to follow. She usually preferred shortcuts, and even though Weston had told her
many times not to take quiet paths, she would agree to it, only to fall back to her old habits-it was no
exception this time.
After turning into an alley, Stella walked along until the end to a small road, where only a single car
could pass. Still, it was not isolated since a single wall separated it from a busy highway, and it was
brightly lit so Stella had nothing to fear.
Nonetheless, she had been walking when she suddenly heard a car honking from behind. She
instinctively moved aside to make way for the car, but it was not moving past her even after a long
time.
She then turned to find a black luxury car following her, as if it was intent on staying and watching her,
with no plans to drive past her at all. Stella found that a little weird just then, and tightened her hold
over her pouch as she strode ahead. Even so, the car was still following her, and she could not shake it
off no matter what she did.
That was when Stella became sure that the car was there for her, and so she started to move at a
hurried pace, before eventually breaking off into a run.
Naturally, there was no way she could outrun a car, and she eventually stopped when she reached a
dead end. Panting, she quickly picked up a large stick she found nearby while staring warily at the car.
Then, one of the doors opened, and a pair of long feet stepped out. Stella finally looked up then, and
she breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that familiar face. Throwing the stick to the ground, she
muttered, “Oh, it’s you…” She did not realize it was Weston because he was using a different car-
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmbefore, he would always be in his black Cullinan whenever he picked her up.
Seeing that she was sweating bullets, Weston strode up to her and took her pouch while asking, “You
didn’t recognize my car?” “How am I supposed to recognize them when you have countless?” Stella
countered. “Make time to visit my garage. Remember every car you see, so that you won’t run off when
I come to pick you up next time.”
Stella said nothing–she had had a peek of his garage before, and there were so many cars that she
would have to spend endless hours there to remember each of them.
“You have so many cars you barely take some of them out of the garage. Why should I remember all of
them?” “Fine. I won’t force you if you promise that you can recognize my car the next time around.”
With that, Stella followed Weston into her car, but once inside, Weston threw her pouch off to a corner,
pulled her into his arms, and showered her with kisses.
His kisses became even more unbridled and more feverish than the last as time went by, until he
eventually stopped short of doing something more. Stella vaguely sensed that they were going to do
something else soon, and she started to get restless as she always did during such moments.
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