Mr. Ford Is Jealouss by Boad

Chapter 211

When it came to this, Weston and Lucas had the same opinion. “If there’s nothing important, don’t go to places like that anymore,” he warned. Stella knew her identity now so she naturally wouldn’t rebut him. “Okay. I understand.” She would remember this day. The last day of October. On this day, next year, she would be able to escape the cage that had entrapped her. She would be counting down the days from then. At the thought that she would be leaving Weston, she felt like she could breathe again. She didn’t know where he was taking her. The car window wound down, and she looked out at the view. Seeing her hair was in a mess because of the wind blowing, he rolled up the window a little bit. “Be careful. Don’t put your head out.” He was reminding her like he was taking care of a child. She cupped her chin with her palm and through the reflection of the window, she could make out his side profile.

It was only a reflection, yet she could see his perfect jawline. She stared at him without any emotion in her eyes. Stella could see why Guinevere was head over heels for him. But she was far more aware since she understood that underneath the gorgeous and pleasant exterior, lay nothing more than a selfish demon. When she lost her child, she had also lost all her love for him. Now that she was half a soul, of course, she wouldn’t find him attractive. The car stopped in some suburb. Thinking he had just taken her out to relax, she was stunned when she saw the piano shop in front of her. “Musx?” She didn’t think that he would bring her here. As someone who learned piano from a young age, she naturally knew which company made good quality musical instruments. For those who enjoyed music especially, an instrument was as precious as an unseverable limb. Stella was the apple of her parents’ eye, and they did everything they could to provide for her. She loved to play the piano so they spent a lot of money and bought a piano from Musx. Loving the sound it made, she couldn’t get her hands off it and played on it for many years. The death of her parents, however, burdened her with debts. Having little choice, she sold it to

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