Chapter 910

A clear voice that reeked with an oppressive aura and gut-wrenching sharpness sounded from above her head. Perhaps it was the stiff atmosphere that they were both eerily calm, like a thread stretched so thin it could snap at any moment. Stella looked up and saw a man in a suit standing at the cabin door. His hand gripped the door frame, and his bony fingers vaguely showed his bulging blue veins. He was so tall that he blocked out all the light, leaving only a long shadow on the floor. It was a shadow that almost engulfed her entire body. Stella clenched her fists slowly, and her lips turned white. She could not utter a single word. The sound of heavy footsteps thumped toward her. And then he stood in front of her. The familiar oppressive aura that loomed above her head began to hit her. She started to tremble but was swept into a pine-scented embrace before she knew it. Weston was not someone who fancied cologne, but since it was their wedding today, he had changed his scent