Chapter 557

Instead of crying out, Stella simply endured the pain. But Weston could see that she was hurt, so he let her go. “Wash yourself,” he snapped before getting up and stomping out of the bathroom, leaving Stella alone in the bathtub. Weston closed the door behind him. Now, all that remained in the bathroom was a thick cloud of mist. Stella couldn’t see very clearly. For a good while there, she just sat like a statue in the bathtub. As the minutes passed, she finally slid down until the bottom half of her face was underwater. She breathed out, creating bubbles in the water. She closed her eyes, but the scenes from her nightmare came flooding back. She didn’t want to remember all those things… but all she could do now was hug herself tight. … Meanwhile, Weston stood on his bedroom balcony with a glass of champagne in hand. The sight of Stella whimpering and sweating in her sleep still ran fresh in his mind. He didn’t mean to be so cold to her, but the thought of her willing to risk