Billionaire’s Pampered Wife

Stella grinned sharply and stated, “I’m a married woman. How is it possible to be your woman?”

Jasper heard her refusal and did not want to argue further.

That’s it.

“We’re not in the same world hence it’s pointless to be companions. Get into the car and I’ll send you back.” Jasper said gently.

Stella lowered her eyes, and her long eyelashes were fluttering, leaving a shadow under her eyes while covering the sadness in her.

Without a doubt, Jasper and she were definitely not in the same world.

Since they couldn’t be companions, why should they force it?

She had consistently been distant from everyone else and had lived alone all the while.

“Don’t worry. I can get myself home. Thank you, chief, for sparing me. I wish you happiness.” Stella gestured, turned around, and strolled towards the entryway of the hotel.

Jasper clenched his teeth and his eyes were brimming with disturbance. His nails holding the steering wheel turned white. At last, he made up his mind and drove away.

Stella got back to her apartment.

The moment she opened the door, Federick was sitting on the couch at her house. The cigarette between his fingers was glimmering, and the smoke covered his face.

There was nothing but ashes in the box.

The room was a wreck.

Stella took a gander at him.

“Just returned?” The corners of Federick’s mouth curled up. He was as detestable, not surprisingly and there was no warmth in his eyes.

She saw his carelessness.

His great side was uniquely for other ladies; however, she couldn’t feel it.

“Let’s go. As of now, the Civil Affairs Bureau should be in operation. Let’s get a divorce certificate. I still have to turn up at the hospital afterward.” Stella said softly.

He chuckled and stood up. “Who said I wanted to divorce you?”

Stella gazed at him icily, and the sides of the corner of her mouth quirked up. She said mockingly, “Federick, do you think we can move on with our lives after what just happened yesterday? Don’t fool yourself. I am not a child. You clearly know the reason why you wanted to marry me. Since you know that she is back. I wish both of you happiness and may you both be together until death.”

Federick’s eyes were filled with annoyance. “Have you had enough? The criminals got you, and I have managed them all. What else do you want me to do?”

“The act of a saint sparing a delight is indeed your style, however, it doesn’t imply that I need to continue the play with you. Felicia has returned, and she is the apple of Wilson’s eye. You wanted to marry me so badly, all for the reason of me being the daughter of Wilson Chuck..”

“I just wanted to marry you. Don’t worry, regardless of her return, it won’t affect your Mrs. Addington’s status.” Federick said with assurance.

Stella did not want to continue the conversation further. There was no point.

She strolled past him and headed for the room.

Watching her disdain, Federick abruptly shrank his eyes and held her wrist. “What’s your frame of mind now?”

“Can’t you see it with your own eyes? Wouldn’t you be able to perceive what mentality you have?” Stella shook off his hand.

He held her so firmly that she couldn’t shake him off by any means.

His eyes became darker and wider as jealousy filled them. “What’s wrong? Have you fallen in love with Jasper?”

Stella jeered and said, “It appears to have nothing to do with you.”

The strength in his grasp increased. “I dare you to say it again!”

“It doesn’t make a difference how many times I repeated it. I never care about your life, and my business has nothing to do with you.” Stella said coldly.

She was not afraid of the anger that he was about to detonate.

Nevertheless, the minute when he treated her as a chess piece yesterday, she was nothing to him.

He pushed her shoulders hard and moved forward rapidly.

Stella was pushed to the wall by him.

Her backbones hurt from crashing onto the wall.

Her body was in pain; however, her heart was agonizing.

She must divorce without a doubt.

Federick took a gander at Stella, and the scarlet in his eyes gradually broaden. He asked, “Did you truly fall for him? Stella, compared with the women outside, I thought you were at least clean. I didn’t anticipate that you should be as filthy as them!”

Grimy!

Stella sneered and looked straight into his unfathomable eyes.

She felt no pain in her heart.

“Definitely, I’m dirty. Let’s wipe your hands.”

Looking at her cold and distant look, he felt a stinging agony in his heart for no reason. He pinched her chin and asked, “Stella, what are you thinking?”

“Divorce. It would be ideal if you vanish completely from my life,” Stella said unequivocally.

The veins on his forehead stood out. He lowered his head and kissed her hard.

Stella bit her lips hard because she didn’t like the smell of tobacco in his mouth.

Excessively turbid.

This made her miss Jasper’s pure, fresh, and warm taste.

Federick was enraged. He pinched her little face hard and constrained her to open her mouth.

He kissed her again wildly.

The exquisite aroma of her body fascinated him.

He was crazy for her. As his reason disappeared, only one of his organs was yelling for her.

Stella grimaced and couldn’t battle.

Her physical strength could not contend with this man.

She made up her mind and clenched her fists. She endured nausea in her stomach and kissed him back.

Federick felt her modest kiss back. Compared with so many dexterous ladies, she was essentially cumbersome.

However, he felt comfortable, as if his chilly, solid heart was dribbling with warm water.© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

The kind of consciousness astonished him.

He let go of her and looked at her red lips suspiciously. He asked, “Is this your stunt? You intentionally agitated me.”

“Yes.” Stella raised the corners of her mouth.

To protect herself, lying was not a big deal.

“I achieved it, didn’t I?” Stella asked.

The mist spread through her eyes, covering the window of her heart.

Federick raised the corners of his mouth evilly. “You did it. You didn’t hit him, did you?”

” Obviously.” Stella did not dare to trigger Federick anymore.

He was too dangerous at this point.

Federick grinned out of nowhere, even in the profundity of his eyes, “Stella, you’re becoming more cunning.”

“Have I gotten your heart?” Stella asked deliberately arrogantly.

” Try not to pull pranks on me in the future. I don’t like it.” He smiled evilly, and his tone was still as pampered as before.

But she knew that he was sensational to every woman thusly.

“There’s no more next time, I’m going to work,” Stella said briskly.

“Alright, get to work.” he yawned. ” I didn’t rest throughout the night. I’ll just rest here. ”

“It’s up to you.” Stella left the room as though she was escaping.

She glanced back at the door with dread in her eyes.

She could not come to this place once more.

Federick was excessively repulsive.

He refused to divorce, and she could only use legitimate means.

Federick walked into Stella’s room, lay on her bed, and covered himself with the quilt.

There was no perfume or powder scent on her quilt, however, it smelled fresh and elegant.

He made a call and a noxious look flashed across his eyes. “Let’s see. Jasper has been entangled with him for quite a while. It’s the ideal opportunity for him to make a move. I want Jasper… to die.”