Billionaire’s Pampered Wife

Stella got nervous. She took out a self-defense baton and turned a corner quickly. Leaning against the wall, she listened to the footsteps approaching quietly.

One, two, three.

Stella suddenly walked out of the corner and looked fearlessly at the person who was following her. She frowned and said, “It’s you? Why are you following me?”

“That…” It was Edwin, and he was caught red-handed. He lowered his head awkwardly, not daring to look at Stella directly.

Stella furrowed her brows. She could tell that he was not attempting to hurt her.

Edwin mustered his courage. “I admire you very much. I’ve heard many things about you. I didn’t mean to follow you. I just wanted to escort you home and leave after that.”

Looking at the young man, Stella’s lips curved slightly and she said in reply, “Thank you, Edwin. It’s very considerate of you. Where do you live?”

“I live in…” Edwin looked behind him and continued, “I live with my parents now. I plan to move out in the future.”

“If you move out and live alone, no one will cook for you, and you’ll be a tad bit lonelier. If you can, it’s better to live with your parents. You won’t live with them after you get married anyway,” Stella said gently.

Edwin grinned and looked at Stella with embarrassment. He lowered his head and confessed, “I like you very much. I have liked you ever since the first time I saw you in the newspaper. Then, they came to me. I didn’t want to agree initially, but I immediately agreed as soon as they said that you’re coming.”

Stella smiled gently, “We’re a team now, so let’s work together in the future. You should go home and rest early. See you at the police station tomorrow.”

“Yeah, Stella, see you tomorrow,” Edwin walked away while looking at Stella. He only turned around when he couldn’t see her anymore.

Stella got to her new home. It was a small, two and a half-story bungalow.

The first floor was 120 square meters in area, the second floor was as big as the first, and the third floor was 60 square meters. She built a rain shelter at the top so that she could see the stars from above. She also had a basement and an underground garage.

The reason why she bought that place was that it had a big garden at the front, and a good backyard. The idea of gathering with friends in the backyard was quite a tempting idea.

After entering the house, the first thing she did was to turn on the air conditioner and the sound system.

After the space was filled with melodious music, she lit up a scented candle. Then, she went to change into loose clothes before going to the bathroom.

She had a specially-made jacuzzi, which was four meters long and three meters wide. There was also a fountain built into it.

She filled up the jacuzzi and went to the gym to do yoga for a while. Then, she took off the clothes she was wearing and went to take a bath. She closed her eyes and enjoyed it.© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

Fifteen minutes later, she left the jacuzzi. Instead of draining the water away, she went to the bathroom to wash her clothes. Looking at the time, it was almost midnight.

She turned off the music, climbed onto the bed, and fell asleep immediately.

At six o’clock the next morning, she slowly opened her eyes. The first thing she did was to turn on the music, light up a new scented candle, wash up, heat some soup, and then go to the back garden.

She turned on the tap, and water came out.

The water came directly from the bathtub. It was very environmentally friendly.

After watering the plants, she went to wash the bathtub, changed into a set of new clothes, and washed the pajamas that she had worn the day before.

The soup was boiling by then and she toasted some bread.

She turned on the TV and watched the news as she had her breakfast.

“This is the most tragic murder case in history. Whether it was done by ghosts or inhumane people, we need a fair judge. In the end, we hope that the series of murder cases will stop soon.” The host said emotionally.

She was watching was the morning news. It was strange. News like that would usually be broadcasted at night.

Stella frowned. Could that be the case that Archer had wanted to tell her about the day before?

She continued to eat breakfast. After that, she put on some exquisite makeup. She went to a nearby farmers’ market to buy fresh ingredients and put them in the refrigerator.

Her cell phone rang at this moment.

She saw that it was from Vann, so she answered.

“Stella, could you come to the police station at 9:30? It’s urgent,” Vann asked.

“Is it about the serial murderer?” Stella guessed.

“Yes, that’s right. This is actually the fourth case in recent years. We’ve been keeping it a secret for a long time, as we were afraid that it might terrify the public. We already have a lot of pressure on us, but it became even greater when the news was exposed to the public,” Vann said helplessly.

“I know, but I have a patient at 9 a. m. later. I might only arrive at about 10. 30 a. m.,” Stella said.

“Okay, we’ll wait for you.” After saying that, Vann hung up.

Stella would usually go to work by bicycle, but she chose to drive that day since she was going to the police station later in the day.

After driving for ten minutes, she saw a black-clad man with a mask crossing the road hurriedly.

Four or five people were chasing after him.

As he was jaywalking, Stella drove particularly slow, so as not to hit anyone.

Suddenly, with a bang, a gunshot rang through the air.

Stella immediately stepped on the brakes.

The masked man laid on the top of her windshield, and the necklace on his neck fell open. She vaguely glanced at it.

The person in the picture in the necklace resembled her, but before she could see it clearly, the masked man had closed the locket, gave her a glance, and quickly disappeared into the road.

Stella was in a trance. How could there be a picture of her in that person’s necklace? She must have seen wrongly.

Behind her, someone honked at Stella to urge her to move.

It was only then that Stella came to her senses and drove away. She looked at the rear mirror. The masked man had already thrown off his pursuers.

She went to the clinic.

The patient was a 14-year-old child, named Cyril. Children in the United States grew up well, so although he was only 14 years old, he looked like he was already in his twenties.

He looked tall and strong, and he had freckles on his face. From an aesthetic point of view, he was very good-looking, with big round eyes, a high nose bridge, and thin lips.

When he saw Stella, he looked straight at her and said directly, “I want to make love to you.”

Stella smiled. Since the child’s parents had come to visit her, he must have some mental problems.

From Cyril’s mother’s phone call, she learned that after he had sex with women, he would beat them up as if he had become a different person.

“Could you tell me the reason?” Stella asked patiently. The premise for curing a mentally-challenged patient was to know the cause of the disease.

“You’re very beautiful. Your makeup is exquisite, and you have a good figure too. You’re my type,” Cyril said in a straightforward manner. He didn’t feel awkward at all.

Stella lifted the boy’s chin and said, “Will you hit me after you make love to me?”