Chapter 112
It was not Stella’s first time saying something like that to him. She kept begging him to let her go.
Weston was not totally unaffected, but he chose to ignore those strange emotions bottled up in him. Never had he experienced such an uncontrollable urge.
The car stopped beside a quiet road.
Weston rolled down the window and rested his arm on the window. He lit a cigarette and held it between his fingers, but he did not smoke it. He just left it like that.
When the lit cigarette butt reached his fingertips, a subtle pain pinched his skin. He dusted off the ashes and looked at Stella. “I’ve told you. Your only option is to follow me. You can name any price you want.”
“Why? You already have Guinevere. Why can’t you let me go?”
When she asked him this, the man’s eyes flickered slightly before he fell silent again. It was unclear whether he was asking himself a question, or asking her.
“What do you think?”
He did not know either. He could not understand his desire for her. Why? Wha
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