Chapter 987

Weston said nothing. He leaned against her face, and kissed her a few times before murmuring, “Once we get to the new room, you can rest for a little longer before the dinner happens, okay?” The tone of voice that he used suggested tender intimacy, as if they were a loving married couple. They both had something in common—they were both excellent pretenders. Even though their relationship was so damaged that it was like a ship riddled with holes, as long as Weston was willing, they could easily put up an act and pretend that they were deeply in love with each other. Stella nodded and replied, “Okay.” … The staff who were supposed to help them move their stuff had been waiting outside. Stella frowned as she watched them move her potted plants from the balcony. “Let me handle that one,” she told them. She looked at her oleander plant worryingly, fearing that they might damage it somehow. “It looks like you care a lot about that plant,” Weston stated as he held her waist. H