Chapter 142 Anger boiled inside Stella. 

She could sense that the man in front of her was enraged. 

His hand pinned her shoulder down so hard it felt like he intended to break her bones. 

Weston held her tightly in his arms, wishing badly that he could keep every piece of her to himself. 

He couldn’t contain his rage at the sight of her smiling at the guy. It was only after they kissed that he felt somewhat better. 

As he smooched her, his hands couldn’t stop moving around her body. In utter disgust, Stella shoved him away with all her might. “Let go of me!” 

to not let him touch her

and affection

willing to degrade yourself in order to satisfy him and his

boomed. “How old is he?” 40? His kid is barely 10 years younger

started to tear her

him hard on the face. Weston wasn’t prepared for that. A loud crisp smack echoed in the room.

up slightly and

as she opened her eyes. She could see his face through the gap in her palm. Aside from the smack she gave him earlier, there were additional bruises on his face, such as a bruised corner of his lips.

his eyes as the memories haunted him.

and it had turned into a vengeance she harbored. But it wasn’t like he was feeling any better about it. He clenched his fist and suddenly slammed it on the wall. A stream of blood cascaded down his fingers and down the wall. The dense bloodstains formed a beautiful

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