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Chapter 1222

The night was dark. Downstairs, below the apartment, a tall dark figure was standing there all alone, casting a long and lonely shadow. Under the streetlamp, moths were circling around the light in a frenzy. That was the way it had been since time immemorial—moths had always flown straight into the flame, sacrificing themselves for a short but brilliant life. Stella stared at him for some time before retracting her gaze and closing the curtain. Too bad for him, but she was resolved never again to be attracted to the flames like those moths. … From that day onwards, Weston never showed up before Stella. Then again, now that he had found out it was Guinevere Cohen who had caused all the trouble in the past, it would be incredibly shameless even for a man like Weston to keep getting in her hair like he used to. To Stella’s surprise, though, when she entered the restaurant where she was supposed to meet a music producer, she caught sight of the very man at a table across the room

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