Chapter 1062

Weston came into the living room and glanced at the sofa. “Stella?”

Stella was nowhere to be found. Joan was out working, so the house was empty. Weston furrowed his brow as a dull feeling of restlessness surged through him.

Weston searched the bedroom and did not find Stella. Then, he went to the back garden to look. There was still no one in sight.

Weston‘s face sank instantly.

He couldn‘t stand it any longer, but he couldn‘t see her when he came home. Then, just as he was about to call her, soft footsteps came from behind him.

Weston turned around and saw Stella appear behind him, holding a handful of thorny noses. Her face was covered in dirt, and her hair was disheveled. Her white nightgown had a few cuts and holes.

at her pale hands. The thorns of the rose had pierced her skin, leaving

there, looking at him

hair and red roses... Stella‘s face was so

looked like a white, delicate, lifeless doll.

and strode over to her. He

seeing Weston. She heard her voice answer him calmly, “The roses I planted were blooming, so I went to pick a few.” Weston frowned harder.

the bruises on her palm, and his face stiffened up.

you afraid

grip on her tightened. It was so hard and

wanted to find some other emotion in his eyes, but there

be

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