Frederick Addington raised the corners of his lips slightly.
As long as she was here with him.
"You should rest. It's late. We'll talk about it tomorrow. I'll be at the door. Just look for me if you need anything," He eventually gave in and walked out. He closed the door behind him.
Like a deflated balloon, Stella Grace lowered her shoulders and sat down feebly on the sofa, with her gaze firmly fixed on the front.
Life was a gamble to begin with. If the odds were in his favor, it would bring joy to the person. But if one had lost the bet, then it would all be back to square one.
She lay down on the sofa and rested for a while. Then she locked the door and went into the bathroom. It was already three o'clock in the morning when she was done with her bath and her laundry.
She lay on the bed, and the scene with Jasper earlier flashed through her mind. Her vision was getting blurry, and she eventually closed her eyes.
