Annelise Valentine frowned, sensing there was more to Stella's words than met the eye. "What do you mean by all this? Are you here to convince me to go back to Aethelgard and make up with him?"
"Valentine, you're overthinking it. I wish you'd never go back, so Jett would be all mine."
Her words were so blunt and shameless that it was hard to find fault with them.
"I'm saying this to tell you how precious Jett is to me."
Stella Sterling tilted her head, glancing in Zane Patterson's direction. "Valentine, I see you have a new man now. You look like you're doing well—probably much happier than you were in Aethelgard."
"I don't want you to hurt Jett again. I hope you won't come back to the country. I'll be the one to take care of Jett from now on."
Hearing this, Annelise Valentine let out a snort of laughter.
"Stella Sterling, from the way you're talking, I'd think you and Jett Westgate were already married."
The color drained from Stella Sterling's face.
