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Chapter 853 If Weston had treated her better, they would not have gotten to this point

Weston looked straight at the road ahead as he drove on. Then, a moment later, he said, “You still can conceive in your current condition, but you might have a miscarriage. If we don‘t take preventive measures, your health will be affected.”

Weston made his explanation brief.

According to the doctor‘s original statement, Stella could conceive with her current condition, but it would likely result in a miscarriage. It appeared that the fetus she carried would be unhealthy.

Hence, Weston would not let her get pregnant until her condition improved. The doctor advised that Stella‘s body needed rest, and while they could still enjoy the life of a normal couple, taking preventive measures would be prudent.

Those measures could be stopped when her body was ready. She should likely be in better condition by then, and if one was optimistic, she still had a chance of getting pregnant again.

Naturally, Weston wasn‘t telling Stella about this.

If he did tell her that he was trying to give her a child, it might give her too much hope. In the event that she failed to conceive, even with the help of medical technology, her disappointment would only multiply. The last thing he wanted was to put Stella through that kind of pain again.

nodded. An inexplicable feeling rose in her heart, not accustomed to Weston‘s nice treatment. He acted as if she was

her so well, but she would leave sooner or

pit. The better he treated her, the more it would

apartment, Weston immediately pushed her right up against the door. He pressed his lips and slipped his hot tongue inside her mouth, kissing her so hard as though trying

hard, preventing her from

She rested her hands on his chest helplessly as she begged

her with no escape. He bent his knees forward to pin her to the

Stella‘s tongue tingled.

moment her feet left the ground, she reflexively hit his shoulders. She could barely

She let out faint moans that sounded like soft whimpers. Finally, Weston loosened his grip a little, but his

on her lips, nibbling on her lower

end of the kiss, he commanded in a hoarse

their way home earlier, Weston had not said a word about this. At first, she thought Weston didn‘t care, but it turned out he

character of his,