Chapter 3 Sign It

"What else do you expect me to do?" Stella tucked her hair behind her ear and smiled mockingly. "I know that the past six years have been hard for you. After you sign it, you'll be relieved, right?"

Waylon's brows furrowed tightly, and he pulled a long face. He didn't know what kind of trick Stella was playing.

At this time, Ayla called weakly, "Waylon..."

What she did was like a hint.

Waylon looked at Ayla. Then he turned to Stella again and said, "Let's talk about this when we get back. Ayla needs to rest. You can leave now."

Stella smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes. "I'm serious. You're going to take her home anyway. Isn't it good if we divorce? I'm sure you don't want me to get in your way."

"Stella Walsh!" Waylon's voice was cold and deep. It was as if his patience for her had reached the limit.

"She is watching. Could it be that you're in love with me and don't want to divorce me anymore?" Stella smiled gracefully.

Ayla looked at Waylon pitifully. "Waylon, what's wrong?"

Stella looked at him, waiting for him to make a decision.

"Okay, I will sign it." Waylon pursed his lips, looking extremely cold.

Stella smiled with satisfaction. She took the divorce agreement he signed, turned around, and left the ward without hesitation.

But as soon as she walked out of the ward, her tears streamed down uncontrollably.

Her six years of marriage and eight years of love were all in vain.

She was a normal human being with feelings. It would be a lie if she said she didn't feel sad.

She felt like a sharp knife was piercing through her heart, and it was extremely painful.

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When Stella returned to the car, she became that elegant and confident woman again.

Wesley smiled slightly. "There are some good-looking men in Bliss today. Do you want to go there and have a look?"

Bliss was a place for fun and unrestrained consumption.

Stella was rendered speechless for a moment. Then she snapped, "Are you out of your mind? It's only been a few minutes since the divorce agreement has been signed."

Wesley blinked, pretending to be mysterious. "Actually, someone wants to see you there."

"Someone wants to see me? Who?"

"You'll know when we get there."

Stella thought for a while and nodded. "Okay."

Wesley had an exclusive private room in Bliss. After he and Stella entered, the person on the sofa stood up and looked over.

He was a tall man in his twenties. He had sharp facial features, dashing eyebrows, and beautiful eyes. His eyes lit up upon seeing Stella.

"Stella, it's so good to see you again."

Stella felt the young man in front of her was familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had met him before.

"You don't remember him anymore? Didn't you and your father sponsor a poor student in Highsnow six years ago?"

After what Wesley said, Stella was finally reminded of someone.

"Kenneth? You are Kenneth Glyn?"

The young man's sharp eyes softened, and a charming smile appeared on his face. "That's right. It's me."

Kenneth was a very talkative person, and Stella learned from Wesley that he was now a popular model. He had already moved out of the poor mountain area and become a celebrity who often appeared in magazines in Frimery.

In the past six years, Stella had only cared about the Burton family, so she rarely paid attention to the entertainment news. She was gratified to see that the poor student back then had turned into a celebrity.

The three chatted for a while before they prepared to leave.

When they passed the bar counter, a green bottle flew toward Stella's head.

Much to everyone's surprise, Kenneth moved faster than Stella and protected her in his arms. As a result, the bottle hit his back heavily with a bang.

"Stella, are you okay?"

Stella was very grateful. She immediately checked his back. Fortunately, he was not hurt. She turned in the direction where the bottle came from with a cold face.

Then she saw Adrian.

"Bitch! How dare you cheat on my brother!"