Chapter 952

Stella closed her eyes, and her hands quivered. A sudden gust of cold breeze blew past her from the front yard, clearing her cluttering mind. “I’m not a criminal, Weston. You can’t keep me locked inside the house…” “But you promised me yourself,” Weston argued, his voice piercingly cold. “You promised me, Stella, that no matter how I punish you, you would accept it all.” He then laughed in a tone filled with biting derision. “And yet, you won’t let me make love to you, you won’t let me capture the man who did me wrong, and you won’t let me lock you up either! So is it me who’s punishing you, or is it you who’s punishing me now, hmm?” Stella took a deep breath. Without saying a word, she hung up the phone, glanced at the bodyguards outside, turned around, and went back to her room. … Meanwhile, in the Ford Corporation CEO’s office, Ben stood aside as Weston spoke on the phone. Having heard everything, he felt so awkward he didn’t know where to look. Weston exuded a cold air a