Chapter 918

A possessive man by nature, Weston was now more possessive of her than ever. Stella merely kept quiet and pulled up her hair. Her hair was in a mess, no thanks to all that running and the favor she did him earlier. Weston took the wedding dress from the shelf next to her, held her waist, and helped her put it on. The tailor-made wedding dress perfectly complemented her figure. He was stunned the moment she put it on. He turned her around and asked her to look in the mirror. "Look at how beautiful you are." She didn’t say a word. Seeing this, he pinched her cheek and lifted her head, and looked at her in the mirror. "If you run away today, you won't be able to see yourself like this." He had spoken calmly, yet, she could feel the mixed emotion and anger in his tone. It was as if his anger had reached its peak, but it was suppressed and turned into other emotions that were so deep it suffocated her. “Weston…” She finally spoke, her voice a little weak, "I..." The man stared