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Weston instantly held his breath and slowed down his movements as he let her lean against his chest in a more comfortable way.
It was only when Stella fell back to sleep again that he picked her up in his arms and carried her into the master bedroom before gently placing her down on the king-
sized bed.
Weston was an incurable germaphobe, so he would never lie in his own bed before taking a shower, but Stella was always an exception to his every rule.
In his eyes, she was always pure and clean.
There was a sound of rushing water coming from the bathroom. Weston stared at the woman in front of him, who was deep in sleep. For the very first time in his life, he was stumped by a great challenge–how could he quickly give Stella a bath without waking her up?
He frowned, looked down at the urgent situation between his legs, and sighed.
With enormous self–restraint, he gave her a quick bath, swiftly wrapped her up in a towel, and tossed her back onto the bed. 1
Stella was in such a deep sleep that she only responded by
frowning, snorting briefly, and turning over before falling back to sleep, hugging a pillow.
Weston gazed at her sweet sleeping face and sighed helplessly.
The sound of flowing water from the bathroom continued for a long time.
Weston’s tall and muscular build cast a long shadow on the glass surface.
After a very long time, he gulped in the air and let out a long, relieved sigh. His tense body finally relaxed. His hand was tightly balled up into a fist and was leaning against the wall. His arm was lined with bulging veins.
He lowered his head. A droplet of water dripped from his inky black hair and landed near his feet. He snatched a towel and wrapped it around his waist, and strode out from the bathroom.
Stella was already fast asleep.
Weston wiped himself dry and pulled up the blanket before sliding into the bed. He then wrapped his arms around her from behind and pulled her into his arms.
Stella was perhaps attracted to the lingering coolness of his body as he just came out of the shower. She sighed comfortably and nuzzled against his body.
“You’re always so good at tormenting me,” he murmured huskily, his dark eyes fixed on her.
It was unclear what Stella was doing at the time, but for some reason, there was a hint of a smile on her face.
Weston’s body tensed up from the sight. He leaned down on her head and sighed, “So you’re happy right now, huh?”
He stroked her silky hair and gently pressed her back against his body.
“Do you have any idea how desperate of a situation I’m in right now?” he asked.
But the only reply he got was the gentle rustling sound of her breathing.
He had endured the long midsummer day, and by that time, it was almost midnight, so even Weston eventually fell asleep too.
It was by far the calmest and deepest sleep that he had ever had in the past three years.
He held Stella tightly in his arms, breathing in the faint fragrance of her hair.
It was the scent that he had been pining for in the past three years–over a thousand sleepless nights. Yet, now that she really was right there in his arms, he found the whole thing surreal and wondered if it was actually happening.
He lived through long, endless years, searching in every
tormented dream, but there was no Stella. The dream felt too real, so real that he thought he was not in a dream at all but was instead in a realistic projection of his deepest
fears.
He was ecstatic when he suddenly found Stella coming back from the dead, but before he had enough time to enjoy the pleasure of getting something that he once thought was forever lost, he was hurled into another scene–Snow Mountain.
Weston and Roger were both buried underground, but only one of them had the chance to survive.
He saw the pretty face that he’d been thinking about for days and nights appearing in front of him. She was still so heartbreakingly beautiful, yet the words that came out of her mouth chilled him to the bones.
She told him that she would choose Roger, that she
wanted to save Roger, and that she wanted to abandon him here.
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She did not even turn back to look at him once when shę walked away. She just took Roger’s hand, and they both disappeared together, leaving him alone underneath the frigid and frozen Snow Mountain.
The snow eroded his skin as he was buried underground, exposing him to the piercing cold that penetrated his bones.
But none of that was comparable to the pain he felt from being abandoned by Stella.
He wanted to scream her name, but his voice would not escape his throat. Even his tears were frozen solid in his eyes.
He watched helplessly as Stella receded into the distance, leaving him there without hesitation. It felt like someone had pierced a dagger through his heart and twisted it.
Stella had gotten further and further away from him…
As he was trapped in his icy prison, Stella had reached a place where spring had arrived, and the flowers were blooming. The thick layers of clothes on her body gradually disappeared, transforming instead into a delicate white wedding dress.
The man beside her was wearing a black suit. They
seemed to be each other’s perfect match. They were now a newly married couple, embarking on a new chapter in their lives.
Yet Weston remained in the same spot. The only place he wanted to be had already been occupied by another man…
Don’t be with him…
Don’t be with anyone else…
Weston was screaming those words in his mind, but no one could hear him. He was buried deep beneath the cold Snow Mountain. All that was left of him was the faint sound of his pitiful sobs.
In the end, he watched helplessly as Stella ran into another man’s arms. They then went on to live a long and blissful life together without him, filling their happy home with many children and grandchildren.
Decades later, when her hair had all turned white, Stella ended up completely forgetting Weston.
As she sat on her rocking chair, reminiscing about her past, he became a small insignificant part of her memory
or perhaps she might disdain him too much to even
remember him.
She had lived a perfect life with another man. His children were calling someone else their father.
The next morning, when Stella woke up, she suddenly found herself lying in an unfamiliar bed.
She turned around and saw that familiar face in front of
her.
She was startled. She had to cover her mouth just in time to stop herself from making a noise.
What was he doing here?
She held her breath. Then she rushed to look down at her
body and found that she was stark naked!
She hurriedly checked her whole body and found no marks. She also did not feel weird anywhere. She was not sore, nor were there any signs of hickeys.
She breathed a sigh of relief.
But she was still a little angry. Even though this man did nothing to her last night, he still took her to his place despite her repeated pleading to wake her up when they reached the apartment.
Stella clenched her fists. She was just about to wake him up when she suddenly noticed something was wrong with
Weston.
He was frowning deeply. His strong, handsome brows seemed worn by a feeling of indescribable sorrow and vulnerability. He looked as if he was having a nightmare.
Stella found this incredibly surprising.
Could ruthless and unfeeling men like Weston Ford have nightmares too?
Or perhaps he was dreaming that his business rivals were chasing after him or trying to assassinate him?
She turned over and stared at him. Seeing that he was showing no signs of waking up, she shook her head and pulled the blanket off her body before climbing out of bed.
She then found her clothes carelessly strewn on the floor and dripping wet.
Mr. Ford Is Jealous Chapter 1343 She picked up the clothes and discovered that they were impossible to wear in such a state. She could not help but glare at the man sleeping in bed before stuffing her clothes into the dryer.
Stella took a quick tour around the apartment and found that it contained no items that might belong to a woman. For some reason, this discovery relieved her, considering she had nothing to do with Weston anymore.
After she was done with all that, Weston still remained sleeping. She looked at how deeply he was sleeping and decided not to wake him up, and just walked out of the
room.
She looked around for his study because she wanted to use his computer. It ended up being very easy to find because the apartment had Weston’s usual favorite layout, and since Stella had spent years living with him in the past, she was naturally familiar with his preferences.
She opened the door and was instantly faced with a wall densely covered with photos. She was rooted to the spot and just stood there at the door, not taking a single step inside.
Even from a distance, she could clearly see that the wall was covered with photos of her.
Stunned, she stood there in a daze. It took her a long time before she regained her senses.
Finally, she closed the door behind her and took furtive steps into the room. In the center of the wall was a picture of their wedding. In fact, they did not have any official wedding pictures taken at all when they got married the first time. Their wedding had been extremely simple and ad–hoc because Weston was merely using it as a tool to free himself from his father’s control.
Weston did explain later that he did not marry Stella because of Guinevere Cohen, and it was surely not to make Guinevere jealous and crawl back to him.
Nevertheless, he could not deny that the marriage was an act of defiance on his part, as it was his way of telling his family he refused to walk down the path laid out for him by his father. He also had no intention of taking the blame for his father, nor did he want to spend the rest of his life with a woman he did not love.
Ultimately, their marriage was only Weston’s way of controlling his own destiny.
But he still had to give in and go along with his father’s plan in the end because Guinevere had gotten pregnant- with Chris Ford’s child. He was then forced to marry the woman who was the mother of his half–brother.
As Stella thought of this, she began to understand what Weston had to go through. Had she been in his place, she was not sure what choices she would have made. She was not even convinced that she could do any better than he did.
It was only because Weston had terribly hurt her that she just could not find a way to let go of all the pain he had caused her.
After all, the breakdown of their marriage had come at an excruciatingly painful cost–the death of her unborn child. Every time she saw Weston’s face, she was reminded of the tragic loss of her own flesh and blood and the unbearable sorrow that came with it.
As she slowly walked into the room, she noticed that the wedding photo was one that they had taken after Weston had forced her to stay in Stardust Mansion.
Stella had lost all her feelings for Weston by then, but as she was still forced to do as he wished, the result was the very awkward smile on her face in the photo. It was very obvious that there was no sincerity. She remembered how even the photographer had asked her to act more naturally and try to look more sincere back then.
But that only made Weston angry at the photographer. His face quickly darkened, and he demanded to get a different photographer right away.
All the events in that period felt so distant from her current life, almost as if they had happened in a different lifetime, even though it had only been three years ago.
Apart from the wedding photo, there were many more pictures of her that Weston had taken without her knowledge. She was smiling brightly like a blooming flower in some of them. In others, her smiles were fake as she was obviously only trying to appease him. In some pictures, she was completely expressionless, while in others, she looked sad and gloomy… There were so many photos there, and they all shared one thing in common–her.
She wasn’t even familiar with some of those photos. She was not sure when or why she ever showed the expressions displayed there. There were even some photos of her blushing deeply, which were obviously taken when she was losing control of herself… But among that wall of pictures, none of them had been taken during their first year of marriage. Weston seemed to have sneakily taken all these photos when Stella was locked up in Stardust Mansion after their divorce.
It looked like Weston fell hopelessly in love with her during that time. But when did his feelings start to develop?
Stella went on to stare at the pictures and noticed one that caught her eye.
It was the only photo that was taken in their first year of marriage.
She was in the kitchen, but she was not wearing an apron. Instead, it looked like she had just got back from somewhere else. She seemed to be in a rush and did not have the time to tie up her hair yet, and it casually draped down on her back. She was holding a tomato in her hands, which she was washing in the sink.
She had no idea why Weston would take that picture of her.
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No matter how she looked at it, she simply couldn’t find anything special about this photo.
Her eyes gradually moved down and stopped right in the center of the wall, where there were some pictures taken during their first meeting after their divorce.
There were also pictures of her in the hospital and, even more surprisingly, those of her on the film set. Those still photos of her during the shooting were especially alarming because even the production crew might not have them, let alone an outsider like Weston. Yet somehow, they were right there on the wall. She had no idea how he managed to procure them, considering that those were clear pictures of her alone and had no one else in them.
Stella stood there staring at the pictures on the wall. She could not tell exactly what she was feeling right now.
Ultimately, she no longer wanted to stay in that room anymore. She felt the urge to get out of there out of embarrassment.
She returned to the master bedroom and discovered that Weston had not yet woken up. She lay down beside him and stared at his face.
After a while, Weston slowly opened his eyes.
Stella quickly shut her eyes and pretended to be asleep. Her breathing was stable now, and she could feel Weston’s gaze blaring down on her.
Weston was not as startled as she was when he woke up. She could not sense any movements from him at all.
Stella was a little nervous now. She had no idea why she was pretending to be asleep, much less why she was so afraid to open her eyes and look at him.
She could feel Weston’s breath getting closer and closer to her. She was conflicted, unsure whether she should pretend to wake up now, but in the next moment, before she could do anything, she felt him lifting her chin.
Stella was well aware of what this meant. She quickly opened her eyes, pretending that she had just woken up, and was startled to see him.
“What are you doing here?” She pushed him away with some repulsion.
She looked around frantically and acted surprised that she was not in her own room.
“How could you do this to me?” Stella asked, pretending to be anguished. “Didn’t I tell you to wake me up? Why would you do this?”
Before she could finish her sentence, he held her chin in place and kissed her.
His kiss felt desperate, so desperate that it was verging on heartrending.
Sensing this, Stella gazed into his eyes, only to see them filled with resentment and sorrow.
Stella had no idea why he would act so wildly as soon as he woke up. He was so mad that he ended up biting her lips till he could taste her blood. At that point, Stella could no longer take it anymore, and she began to fight back violently…
Slap!
After being struck across his face, Weston finally stopped. He was still panting heavily, but the burning severity in his eyes had faded a little.
He stared fixedly at Stella, then pulled her into his arms and pressed her back against his body.
“You’re not allowed to leave me from now on…” he murmured hoarsely.
“Have you lost your mind?” Stella responded in puzzlement.
She tried to push him away, only for him to hold her even more tightly now.
“I just had a dream that you’d gotten together with Roger,” he told her. “You got married to him and raised Elias and Emma together. Then you never return, and I
never see you again…”
Stella was speechless.
After falling silent for a long time, she finally took a deep breath and told him, “Don’t worry, I’ll never be with
Roger no matter what.”
Weston’s eyes lit up, but he did not have much time to rejoice before Stella emphatically added, “But I might find the kids a stepfather one day. Not in the next few years, of course. But I will find a man I like who is also accepted by the kids.”
Hush fell in the room after she spoke. It was silent for so long that Stella even thought Weston might not want to talk to her anymore.
She could see so many conflicting emotions in his eyes, but she no longer had the desire to try to understand him now. Now, she only found the situation a little awkward.
She pulled the blanket off her body and softly said, “If there’s nothing else, I’ll put on my clothes now. Thank you for taking care of me yesterday, and I won’t trouble you again.”
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“Do I need to dig out my heart for you so you would finally believe me?” Weston coldly asked behind her.
Stella paused, sighed, then replied, “You know that I never wanted your heart anyway.”
Weston drew a sharp breath, and the air surrounding his body turned frosty.
Stella looked out the window. The sun was already
shining outside, and since it was summer, the weather must be pretty warm, yet for some reason, the room felt extremely cold.
She could feel goosebumps rise on her skin and all over her legs. Even without looking back at him, she could feel his icy gaze on her body very palpably, and his gaze was so cold that she dared not open her mouth.
“You’re telling me that you’ll be with another man and let the kids call him Daddy?”
She nodded.
“That day will come. Someday,” she said.
“Do I really not have another chance at all?”
“I’ve told you many times before,” she replied.
“No.”
“Why not?” he asked. “Are you saying that you won’t give me another chance even though you’ll never find another man who loves you as much as I do, even though I’m a completely different man and know how to love you properly now, even though I’m willing to do anything at all just so you’d give me another chance?”
Stella paused for a very long time. She gritted her teeth and finally slowly replied, “That’s right. It’s over between us.”
After that, she picked up her clothes that were strewn on the floor and left.
Thus, from that day onward, Weston stopped coming to find her. They had agreed to visit Elias and Emma in Compassvale together earlier, but Stella was no longer sure if he still wanted to go now. Perhaps he was so hurt by what she said that morning that he was no longer willing to chase after her anymore.
She knew that Weston was a very proud man. It would be completely out of character for him to keep on running after her even after being so bluntly rejected.
She knew all along that he would eventually give up on her one day.
Nevertheless, an indescribable feeling rose in her heart now that he was completely gone. She felt a little empty somehow, though she never mulled over it. After focusing her mind on her work, she quickly forgot about him.
Afterward, she saw so many people and did so many things that thoughts about Weston were soon pushed to the very back of her mind.
She then bought her own flight ticket and told Roger that she would be in Compassvale soon to see Elias and Emma. But when she got to the airport, she saw the familiar figure approaching her again.
Surprised, she stood very still. Before she could react, Weston had already walked up and picked up the suitcase in her hand.
“What’s wrong?” he asked when he noticed Stella standing stiffly.
Stella shook her head and explained, “I thought you didn’t want to go anymore.”
He had not contacted her, so she took it to mean that he had given up on her and did not want to see her anymore. “I’m sorry,” Weston looked away, afraid to look into her eyes, “but I still want to see the kids. Is that okay with you?”
He spoke very cautiously and with evident humility.
“Well,” Stella’s brows knitted, “I did promise you that you could see them. You’re their father no matter what, and I won’t deny that.”
She had thought it through now and decided that whatever was going on between them, their children
must not be dragged into the mess. If he wanted to see them, he had a right to do so as their father. She would not stop him since it was his duty to fulfill as a parent anyway.
“Okay,” Weston nodded. “I’ll also make sure to transfer child support payments to your account every month.”
Since Stella refused to accept ownership of Ford Corporation, it meant finding another way to compensate her.
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Stella made no more objections after what he said. As Elias and Emma’s father, he had a duty to raise them in the first place.
Still, she would never give up her full custody of her kids to him.
Once they got on the plane, Stella put on an eye mask and was prepared to rest well since she did not sleep well last night.
Meanwhile, Weston just sat next to her and gazed at her face.
The flight was a smooth and quiet one. The stewardess had come over to ask Weston if he needed anything several times, only to be politely refused every time.
As a man who had graced the cover of financial
magazines many times before, no one who worked in the various domestic airlines did not know who Weston Ford was. Some flight attendants liked going after rich men like him, and they were naturally very familiar with him since he was a wealthy and eligible bachelor, after all. Very few of them would not be able to recognize him on sight. Soon, a group of stewardesses got together, gossiping with each other about him in hushed voices.
Some of them took their work seriously and did not join
the group, but they still could not help but glance at him a few times, even though they had no hidden intentions.
Minutes before the plane landed, Stella woke up and took off her mask. She turned around and saw Weston gazing fixedly at her. Stunned, she asked him, “Did you not get any sleep at all?”
Weston nodded lightly.
“I’m fine,” he said. “I’m not tired.”
“But it’s been such a long flight,” Stella’s brows furrowed. “You should’ve gotten some sleep, at least. You’ll be seeing Elias and Emma right after the plane lands, and you’ll be exhausted then.”
“I’ll be fine,” he replied. “I got enough rest last night.
“In fact,” he added, looking into her eyes, “I had the best sleep in my life last night.”
Stella looked away and ignored him after that. She got up to her feet and got ready to leave.
Once she got off the plane, Stella could see Weston’s eyes following her on every reflective surface. His eyes were so glued on her that she was beginning to feel
uncomfortable.
He kept looking at her as if he would never peel his eyes off of her body, and she was beginning to get
goosebumps because of it.
He didn’t actually lose his mind, did he?
She was suddenly reminded of how he used to lock her in Stardust Mansion, forbidding her to go out or see anyone else.
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Stella started to worry that Weston might return to being like that again. So far, he had been extremely gentle and compliant with her, heeding her every request and never opposing her in any way, but she still could not trust him completely. After all, he used to be so demented and possessive back then that no one could control him.
As she got off the plane, she quickly saw Roger with Elias and Emma from afar, who were all waiting for her. Stella’s eyes lit up. She ran towards them happily.
“Mommy misses you guys so much!” she cried, holding them both in her arms before kissing them on their cheeks. “Did you guys miss Mommy?”
“We miss you very much too!”
Emma wrapped her arms around her mother’s neck and kissed her cheek repeatedly.
Elias was a lot more reserved. He just nuzzled up against her neck without saying anything, hugging her tightly and never letting her go.
Roger watched as the little family reunited, beaming with happiness.
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“When these two kids just got here, they’d ask me when
they could see Mommy again every day. They’d even bawl their eyes out all the time…”
“What?” Stella raised her head to look at him. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because if I told you about it,” Roger sighed, “then you’d drop everything and rush back to Compassvale. I just didn’t want to trouble you, that’s all…”
As he spoke, he suddenly noticed Weston Ford behind Stella. His face grew severe, and he stepped forward to stand between Weston, Stella, and the kids.
“What are you doing here?” Roger demanded, glaring at Weston with a look of apparent hostility, his eyes burning with resentment and displeasure.
Weston paused, but he did not even bother to look at Roger. Instead, his eyes were fixed on Stella, who was busy hugging the two kids. This softened his expressions considerably, and with a soft voice, he replied, “I’m here to see the kids.”
“They’ve got nothing to do with you!” snapped Roger, oblivious to the fact that Stella had admitted that Weston was the kids‘ father. He sneered and added, “You must’ve forgotten that I told you these two kids only belonged to
Stella and the Garcia family, haven’t you? If you think
that they’ve got any connection to you, then I can tell you that you’re being delusional!”
After speaking, he glanced at Stella and gave her a
conflicted look. She stood up and whispered to him, “I told him the truth, Roger…”
“What?” Roger’s eyes widened in shock. He stared at her and asked, “When did you do that? Why didn’t you tell me about it?”
“It’s not something that we can hide forever anyway,” Stella replied in a hushed voice, looking down. “Besides, he really is their father, and we can’t deny that. I just want the kids to decide for themselves when they grow up.”
Roger took a deep breath.
“But they’re still so young!” he argued. “What do they know? Besides, I see no point in letting them accept a man like him as their father even when they grow up!”
Stella sighed softly.
“I’m not sure if I’d made the right decision either…” she told him, massaging the point between her brows.
Seeing her looking conflicted softened Roger’s expressions. He then turned to give Weston a stern look before warning him, “Don’t think that you can do whatever you want just because you’re their biological
father! Let me remind you that it was you who had
abandoned them yourself back then, just like how you abandoned your first child! So don’t even dream of trying to get closer to them!”
Their first child would forever be the wall of pain between Stella and Weston.
Once Roger was done speaking, Weston’s face grew cold, and he looked at Roger intently before declaring, “I will never let such a tragedy happen again.”
“You’re one to talk!” Roger tugged at Weston’s necktie, cutting him off. “Did you forget who has been raising them these three years? Who endured all the pain and suffering to give birth to them? And who do you think it was that had been deprived of rest or sleep because she had to take care of them? Do you have any idea how much she’d suffered all these years? A man like you couldn’t possibly comprehend it! You know nothing about the pain of childbirth, much less anything about the hardships of parenting! What right do you have to make such a grand declaration so easily?!”
Weston’s eyes trembled. He was speechless. Roger was not wrong–he had absolutely no right to say he would protect them.
But by the same logic, even Stella had no right to say it
either.
He pushed Roger’s hand aside, looked him dead in the
eye, and told him, “Even if I don’t have any rights, I still want to make it up to them.”
“I know you don’t like me much,” Weston continued, ” but have you ever thought about how the kids might need a complete family? That they need a father?”
“They just need a good man to take care of them!” Roger retorted. “They don’t need you!”
Roger wanted to say that he could be their father too, but he knew that his relationship with Stella was on shaky grounds right now. If he ever said anything like that, all it would do was make her grow more tired of him.
And so, he pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind and glared viciously at Weston, telling him, “If you’re trying to take them back with you, I’ll tell you right now that it won’t be easy!”
“I know,” replied Weston. “But I’ll do anything in my power to get their acceptance and forgiveness.”
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Emma moved away from her mother and noticed Weston was behind her. Her brows furrowed deeply as she tried her hardest to recall where she had met this man before…
Then, her eyes lit up as if she’d realized something. She stretched her arms out towards him, shouting, “Unkie!”
Weston knelt down on the floor, his face full of tenderness.
“Come over here,” he said with open arms.
Emma ran into his arms, giggling happily. Weston picked her up and asked, “Do you still remember me?”
“Sure!” she replied. “You’re Unkie! It’s been so long since we last met!”
“Yes,” he said, smiling at her. “It’s been so long.”
He then noticed Elias standing nearby and asked, “Can I give you a hug too?”
Elias seemed a little hesitant and shy. He quickly hid behind Stella and had a look of cold arrogance on his face.
Weston smiled helplessly and just rubbed his little head, saying nothing.
“Come on,” said Stella, feeling a headache coming on as she watched their interaction, “let’s go home.”
Meanwhile, Marcus Garcia eagerly awaited Stella’s arrival at the Garcias‘ mansion.
Hearing that Stella would return, Roger immediately made the necessary preparations to pick her up at the airport. He thought bringing Elias and Emma along would be a great idea.
But Marcus was surprised to find that, apart from Stella, they had returned with someone else—
“If it isn’t the great Weston Ford himself!” he cried. With some surprise, he rose to his feet as he saw Weston walking into the courtyard with Emma in his arms. ” What an honor to see you at my humble abode!”
“Pleased to meet you too,” Weston nodded at the old man. He knew that this man was Roger’s grandfather, who had been caring for Stella and their kids for the past three years.
The fact that Stella was able to be where she was now was
all thanks to the Garcias. But this also means that they were responsible for faking Stella’s death and taking her away from him three years ago.
Still, it was all in the past now. Weston no longer had any desire to retaliate against them. In a calm voice, he told the man that he was there to see the children.
Marcus nodded. He knew that Weston was Elias and
Emma’s father, and he loved the two children like they
were his grandchildren.
“I’m glad you’ve finally made up with Stella,” he said. “I hope you won’t get into another terrible fight again. It’s not easy to find a soulmate, you know.”
He spoke to Weston in fluent French, even though he still knew how to speak English. But Weston still understood him and simply replied with an “I know” in English.
Marcus nodded.
Then Elias suddenly ran towards him while still holding his mother’s hand, so she was trailing behind him. When Emma saw this, she hurriedly climbed down from Weston’s arms and headed towards Marcus to join her brother.
Surrounded by the children, Marcus chuckled and
pinched their chubby cheeks, asking them, “Are you guys happy that your daddy is here to see you?”
As soon as he spoke, the atmosphere grew cold and tense.
The children blinked silently, looking somewhat
confused. They looked at each other and asked, “Who’s our daddy?”
Marcus froze. He stared at the adults in the room and wondered if they had not told the children the truth yet.
Elias was the first to react.
“Grandpa !” he cried, taking a step away from Marcus. ”
Who’s our daddy?”
The children spoke fluent French too, but at this moment, it was Marcus Garcia who was completely tongue–tied. He realized then that he should not have said what he did just now.
“I’m sorry,” he replied simply.
But this did nothing to appease the children. They latched onto his legs and shook him, demanding, “Tell us who our daddy is, Grandpa!” 2
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Surprised to see her children’s reactions, Stella grew distressed. She had always assumed that she was enough for Elias and Emma, that she could love them so much
that they would never feel the absence of their father.
But now, it seemed they were really curious about who their father was. Only now did she realize that they had never asked her anything about their father, not because they did not care about him, but because they didn’t want
to hurt her.
After all, they must have noticed that everyone had a mommy and a daddy.
The light in her eyes dimmed. She had no idea what to say to them now.
Marcus sighed and began to explain to the children. “This man in front of you is your daddy, he’s…”
“Grandpa!” Roger suddenly cut him off, evidently disapproving of what Marcus was about to do.
He wondered how his grandfather could just blurt out something like that in front of the children. They did not even know if Elias and Emma were ready to accept the
truth!
“They’re almost four now,” Marcus reminded Roger in a
grave voice. “They’re at an age when they’re beginning to understand things. Now’s the perfect time to let them know since it might be easier for them to accept the truth. Who knows, they might even forget in a few days and start to enjoy their mommy and daddy’s company. If we keep hiding the truth from them, it might be harder for them to accept once they get older…”
All this sounded very sensible, but the truth was that Marcus also had his selfish reason for revealing the truth.
He was well aware of Weston Ford’s strengths and talents during these three years–Weston’s wealth and influence expanded steadily, and his empire had only been
growing. He even became a very powerful figure in the delta. In his hands, Ford Corporation spread its influence across many different countries, making Weston Ford one of the most powerful men in the world.
Naturally, Marcus would love to get this man to work with the Garcias, as this would undoubtedly bring enormous benefits to the family.
Besides, it looked like the man had genuine feelings for Stella, so as long as she was there, she could strengthen ties between the Garcias and the Fords.
Elias and Emma were shocked. Their eyes widened to the size of saucers, and they stared silently at Marcus, unable to react for a long time.
“I’m sorry,” Stella told them in a serious voice, kneeling
in front of them. “Mommy has not been honest with you. The truth is that this man here is your daddy…”
Elias was the first to react. He lightly shoved Stella’s hand away and cried, “I don’t believe you! Mommy would never lie to me, so I’m sure you’re all joking, right?”
Stella’s heart was broken when she saw how her son reacted, but now that she had already told them the truth, she could not possibly go back to lying anymore.
“I’m not lying to you,” she told Elias in a grave voice. ” He really is your daddy, but if you can’t accept this truth, then we’ll…”
“You’re lying!” Elias interrupted her before she could finish. “You’re all lying to me! Liars!”
His response was surprisingly more dramatic than they expected. He pushed them all away and ran into his room. They were all on the second floor then, and they watched as he flew up the stairs.
Stella’s heart dropped like a bag of rocks. It hurt just as much as being cut with a knife.
Only Emma was standing there silently, not reacting yet. She stared stiffly at her mother and then at her father. It was much easier for her to accept the truth since she liked Weston in the first place, thanks to how handsome he
was.
“Daddy?” she cried, stretching out her arm.
Weston paused, immediately pulling her into his arms, his eyes reddening.
But his joy was quickly tempered by the memory of his son’s reaction, which had nearly smashed his heart into a thousand broken pieces.
“Thank you for accepting me,” he whispered into Emma’s ear, patting her back gently.
But Emma gently pushed him away and turned towards the direction that Elias had run in. She put her thumb in her mouth and asked, “What about Elias?”
“Elias is angry right now,” replied Stella. “Mommy’s going to try to cheer him up, so will you help me?”
“Sure!” Emma quickly put up her little hand and agreed.
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Weston stood at the door and knocked gently.
“Can I talk to you for a second?” he asked hoarsely.
A good while passed, but no sound emerged from the room.
Stella sighed.
“It’s normal that he can’t accept you right now,” she said. “You should probably wait and talk to him later.”
Weston said nothing. His expressions were ambiguous as he stared at the closed door, but a thousand emotions roiled in his eyes.
Stella had never seen her children being so gloomy before. She shook her head and told him, “I’m bringing Emma downstairs now.”
“Okay,” he replied, then stood there, not moving.
Seeing this, Stella ignored him and just went on downstairs. If he wanted to wait, then so be it. Judging from Elias’s stubborn nature, she was convinced that he would only be wasting his time there.
After a very long time, Weston could hear the faint sound of footsteps approaching from inside the room. The door opened with a click, and a tiny hand appeared between the gaps, followed by Elias’s little head.
Weston’s eyes lit up. He was just about to say something, but then Elias saw him and grunted disapprovingly before slamming the door in Weston’s face.
Once again, he was snubbed.
He did not even get the chance to say what was on his mind before he had to swallow it all up again. He stared at the cold door, feeling more frustrated than he had ever
had.
Later, Stella was sitting in the swing in the garden when she suddenly felt a warm hand on her back, giving her a gentle nudge. She turned around and saw that cold but handsome face of Weston’s.
“What’s wrong?” she asked. “Haven’t you cheered him up?”
“No. He still wouldn’t talk to me.”
“Emma’s asleep, so I came out here to get some fresh
air.”
“Okay,” he responded, then nudged her again. “It looks like you always liked swinging no matter where you live.”
The creaking of the swing stopped abruptly. Stella turned around and looked straight at him, telling him, “Don’t flatter yourself, thinking it’s a habit I picked up from Stardust Mansion.”
“Of course not,” Weston replied with a slight smirk.
As he looked at Stella, an overpowering feeling of helplessness rose up inside him, and he could not help but wrap his arms around her from behind.
Stella frowned and was about to push him away, but she was interrupted by Weston’s husky voice whispering in her ear, “Can I hug you for a while? Just a little while.”
She could hear weakness and vulnerability in his voice, which made her pause. In the end, she decided not to push him away this time.
“Okay,” she agreed, “but briefly. You’re not allowed to hug me for too long.”
“Thank you,” he replied, kissing her ear.
“I didn’t say you could kiss me!” she snapped, her eyes rounded.
“I’m sorry. You can return the kiss if you like.”
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Stella was not in the mood to argue with him, so she just let him hug her, but only because he looked so pitiful that she could not help feeling sorry for him.
Meanwhile, upstairs in the room, Elias stood in front of the floor–to-ceiling window and lifted the corner of the curtain to take a peek outside. He saw two people in an embrace downstairs in the garden, and a conflicted
expression crept across his face.
After a while, he let the curtain down and ran out of the room.
During dinner, Elias was sensible enough to come
downstairs and join everyone at the table. Nevertheless, he refused to speak, apart from the exception of saying a few words to Stella every now and then.
Stella stared at her son with some surprise but decided to say nothing while merely nodding at him.
Roger and Marcus both found an excuse to leave once they had finished their food, leaving the room to the small family of four. Roger was initially reluctant to leave, but after Garcia’s insistence, he was reminded of what happened in the past and realized that his presence would only make things more awkward for Stella, so he finally decided to leave too.
Now, only the four of them were left in the room.