Chapter 392

Since Weston insisted that he was fine, Stella didn’t bother about him any further. In any case, when he was relating to her about Compassvale University, he didn’t seem very affected by the fever. His logic remained impeccable, and his expressions clear and concise. If it weren’t for the things he’d done to her in the past, Stella would’ve no doubt worshipped him. A man like Weston was born to be of an extraordinary existence. She had no idea why the heavens would bless someone so unfairly, granting him everything good. Looks, abilities, intellect, family background, and unwavering self-control—these attributes gave him the de-facto right to do whatever he liked with women. She never regretted meeting someone as outstanding as Weston during her schooling years, but even if she could turn back time, she would never choose to step into that marriage. The hurt that she experienced from it was too unforgettable. Losing something that she once had was infinitely more painfu