Billionaire's Pampered Wife

"Your husband and I are in room No. 1108, doing what we both like to do. Stella, why don't you divorce? Are you so mean? You can't keep his body or his heart."

  Stella stood at the door of room No. 1108, indifferently looking at the text message on her mobile phone.

  Her long eyelashes covered the darkness in her eyes, and there was no extra expression on her face.

  There was a sound of opening the door.

  Frederick suddenly came out with his gorgeous and enchanting assistant in his arms.

  When he saw Stella, he paused slightly and raised the corners of his mouth. "Again to catch her? Why don't you go in? It's hot outside. Aren't you tired of standing?"

  Stella looked at him indifferently and said, "I'm afraid that I'll disturb your Grace so that you won't raise my hand when you see me. However, are you well?"

  Frederick's eyes flashed with anger when he heard her curse. "Stella, you were the one who was dirty at that time. Why do you have to be so weird?"

  Stella smiled.

  She laughed so hard that tears were about to flow out of her eyes.

  Three years ago, his ex-girlfriend kidnapped her.

  On the way to escape, she was broken by a strange masked man.

  She watched as his car stopped not far away from her.

  He and the woman in the car fell in love with each other.

  And that woman was the one who kidnapped her.

  She looked at the vibration of the car, and her heart was like being cut by a knife.

  Even the pain of every collision behind him could be compared with that of his back.

  She didn't know how she came over that day. She just thought about it, and her heart was still painful.

  "If I make you uncomfortable, I'm really sorry. I'm used to it." Stella lazily lifted her chin.

  Frederick's eyes cooled down. "What the hell are you doing here? Don't tell me that you deliberately came here to make me unhappy."

  "I'm afraid that you are right. Your hunch has always been very accurate." Stella smiled calmly.

  "Get out of my way," Frederick said rudely.

  Stella took out a document from her bag and handed it to Frederick.

  Frederick did not take it. He asked cautiously, "What's this?"

  "She," Stella said to Frederick's assistant.

  "What's wrong with me?" The assistant held Frederick's arm.

  She heard that although Stella was Mrs Addington, she was not favored at all.

  Today, it seemed that he was extremely disgusted by Frederick.

  That was why she was fearless.

  Stella waved the information in her hand. "You are a well-known dirty secret in Su City. 80% of the rich businessmen in Su City have slept with you, and one of them was discovered last month."

  The assistant was so shocked that her face turned pale.

  Stella looked at Frederick. "Do you have any useful tricks up your sleeves? If not, I have a doctor I know. Would you like to introduce him to me?"

  Frederick took the information from Stella's hand and squinted his eyes. A fierce light shot out and threw the information on Stella's face. "You always make people feel unhappy."

  Stella stood upright.

  The moment the paper fell on his face, it was more painful than he had imagined.

  She sneered and said, "You know, I'm counting on you to spend the rest of your life."

  "Then I have to do something that makes you even more unhappy to make me happy. If you don't go back today, you don't have to wait for me." Frederick said angrily.

  He turned around and strode toward the elevator.

  Stella stood indifferently with no expression on her face.

  She knew what he meant by saying that she didn't have to wait for him.

  Tonight, he would spend the night with other women, and he would be affected by the smell of other women.

  He had never touched her since she lost her back.

  In his eyes, she was no better than a dirty secret.

  The mist gradually seeped into his cold eyes.

  It was not that she didn't say it. If she didn't cry, it meant that it didn't hurt.

  Frederick's assistant slapped her in the face.

  Stella couldn't defend herself well. She took a few steps back and leaned against the wall.

  "You're so mean. You've ruined me. Do you think you can get his heart?" The assistant clenched his fists and said angrily.

  "I don't want that man's heart at all." Stella slapped the assistant on the face with her backhand. "I'm not someone you can bully."

  "Then why don't you divorce?" the assistant roared.

  "You don't have the right to know. This information will be exposed online tomorrow. Take care of yourself." Stella said coldly and walked out of the hotel.

  It was late at night.

  She tidied up her clothes and walked on the quiet road.

  The moonlight stretched her figure.

  It was a little lonely, a little lonely.

  When she got home, it would only make her feel more uncomfortable.

  She went to the hospital's duty room to sleep.

  As soon as she arrived at the office, she turned on the lights.

  A soldier in a green military uniform ran over with a solemn face and asked anxiously, "Are you a nurse on duty?"

  Stella infected the tense atmosphere. "What's wrong? What's the matter?"

  "There is a pregnant woman being held nearby. Now the amniotic fluid has been broken, and the situation is very critical. First aid is needed immediately. Please come with me," the soldier said urgently.

  The amniotic fluid was broken, which was very dangerous for the pregnant woman and the fetus.

  Stella had no time to think about it. "I'll pack up the first aid kit and go with you. Give me five minutes."

  It didn't take long.

  She followed the soldiers to the Garden Community near the hospital.

  On the corridor, there were more than a dozen soldiers with solemn faces.

  They did not move. They were well-trained and were waiting for the instructions of their superiors.

  Stella was led into room 81 across from the room.

  At a glance, she saw the man in command.

  He had a stern face and sharp eyes.

  His profound facial features were like the perfect work of art in the hands of a sculptor.

  His heroic bearing was so amazing that it shocked everyone.

  What made her curious was that among those who listened carefully, there were two three-star messengers on their shoulders.

  "Wouldn't his identity be that of a general?"

  The man's sharp eyes swept over, and he was full of murderous intent.

  Stella was stunned, but she was frightened, so she lowered her head.

  He walked straight to her, and the dark shadow formed by the tall figure enveloped her, forming an oppressive momentum.

  She thought of that strange man from that night, who also had such a strong physique.

  Therefore, it was useless for her to struggle.

  "Raise your head." Jasper ordered.

  His eagle-like sharp eyes stared at her delicate face and closed lips. He was not angry but powerful.

  Stella looked up at him under his pressure.

  His face was cold, and his eyes were sharp and chilling.

  It was the first time that she had seen such a man who could make people respect him even if he didn't speak.

  "I'm a doctor, not a criminal," Stella said.

  A sharp light flashed in Jasper's eyes. She ordered her subordinates sharply, "Let her go and change into another one."

  Stella was puzzled. "Why can't I?"

  "The three leaders of drug trafficking are in front of us. They killed people without blinking an eye. Do you dare to do that?" Jasper asked coldly.

  "Why not?" Stella asked.

  Jasper's cold eyes tightened. She held her chin and approached. "Think about it carefully and answer me. You'll have a narrow escape. It's not a child's play, not a maneuver."

  All of his breath fell on her lips, which made her look very brave.

  Stella was stubborn.

  The more people looked down on her, the more she wanted to do it.

  "If you're afraid of death, don't come here." She answered directly and locked Jasper in a straight way. She was not afraid of danger.

  Jasper frowned and looked at her deeply.

  His eyes were so dark that she could clearly see the shadow of her in his eyes...