Chapter 1062 Weston came into the living room and glanced at the sofa. “Stella?” 

Stella was nowhere to be found. Joan was out working, so the house was empty. Weston furrowed his brow as a dull feeling of restlessness surged through him. 

Weston searched the bedroom and did not find Stella. Then, he went to the back garden to look. There was still no one in sight. 

Weston‘s face sank instantly. 

He couldn‘t stand it any longer, but he couldn‘t see her when he came home. Then, just as he was about to call her, soft footsteps came from behind him. 

 

Weston turned around and saw Stella appear behind him, holding a handful of thorny noses. Her face was covered in dirt, and her hair was disheveled. Her white nightgown had a few cuts and holes. 

Weston moved his gaze down and stopped at her pale hands. The thorns of the rose had pierced her skin, leaving spots of blood. 

She just stood there, looking at him but not saying a word. 

roses... Stella‘s face was

like a white,

eyes looked dazed for a moment. Then, he came back to his senses and strode over

his eyes and saw his urgency and pressure. She was quite surprised to find herself so calm when seeing Weston. She heard her voice answer him calmly, “The roses I planted were blooming, so I went to pick

her palm, and his face stiffened

frowned. “Are you

on her tightened. It was so hard

stared at him blankly. She wanted to find some other emotion in his eyes, but there was nothing. How could he be so

be

drove Roger to his death and kept it

stand in front of her without any guilt?

gaze was oppressive.

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