Chapter 807 Did Miss White Get What She Wanted?
She met Alexander again two months before, ten years later.
The day before, Ms. Durham found her and straightforwardly offered her money to leave Wyatt. Ms. Durham said she would never allow her son to be with an illegitimate daughter.
Ms. Durham would never agree to this marriage.
If Wyatt insisted on marrying her, Ms. Durham would choose to die in front of Wyatt.
Stella was never a good-tempered person.
If she had learned to be humble, how could she end up being abandoned by her father?
Stella and Ms. Durham had a fierce argument.
When Wyatt arrived, Ms. Durham, not knowing if it was true or false, fell ill on the sofa.
Then, as always, Wyatt's accusations were always directed at Stella, no matter who was right or wrong.
Disappointed, Stella packed up and left Armie.
The next day, she met Alexander on a cruise ship. She was absent-minded and bumped into someone on the deck.
"Stella?" After recognizing her, the one was very surprised, then turned and started shouting, "Uncle Alexander, come here!"
Stella was confused at the time.
Stella had offended Darwin, and the number of people she had offended was quite a lot. She thought she had encountered another enemy who had persecuted her.
She immediately wanted to run. "I'm not Stella. You've got the wrong person!"
When the other party saw her trying to run, he defended himself skillfully and grabbed her arm directly. "It's you! It's you! Even if you turn into ashes, I can still recognize you! Uncle Alexander! Come quickly!!"
Stella was really scared at that moment. She had just broken up and encountered an enemy.
There was no one unluckier than her.
Just when she was in despair, a tall and handsome figure appeared.
Stella looked at the other person in confusion, which was very familiar to her.
But she couldn't remember where she had seen him before.
"Preston," The man spoke, his tone was calm but imposing.
The man who grabbed Stella immediately withdrew timidly, then pointed at Stella, "Stella..."
Alexander looked at Stella, his beautiful eyes calm and unruffled. "Ms. White, it's been a long time since we've seen each other."
"Preston?" Stella looked at the man beside her, a man in a suit with a very retro hairstyle, and the gate of memory opened. "Preston? Preston Beaumont, who almost got engaged to me?"
"You finally remembered me. It's truly my honor!" Preston muttered.
"No, at first, it was indeed me who didn't want to get engaged, but marriage is supposed to be based on our mutual agreement, so are you going to have to come after me in public because of this?" Stella asked, lowering her voice.
"Don't talk nonsense! I only discussed the marriage with you in the beginning, but the decision at home was to let my uncle marry you in the end!" Preston quickly explained.
"Your uncle?" As Stella's voice fell, she suddenly remembered something: a face full of alienation flashed through her mind, and then she looked up, terrified at Alexander opposite.
The appearance of the man in front of her slowly overlapped with the face full of alienation in Stella's memory.
"Oh my god!" Stella covered her mouth. Her eyes were full of fear and confusion.
"Did you want to get engaged to me?" Stella finally asked after a while.
"Yes." Alexander nodded.
Stella awkwardly smiled.
"I seem to have something to do. I'll go back to my room first," she said.
Stella waved her hand.
Stella's scheduled cruise trip was to float on the sea for about a month.
She hid for two days. And inevitably, she met Alexander again.
At first, the two just chatted casually, but Alexander was very clever. He didn't talk much, but every time he spoke, his views on things were extremely consistent with Stella's.
About half a month later, they became more familiar with each other, and she couldn't hide things in her heart, so she asked about the initial doubts when they first met, "Alexander, when did you give up being a priest? Why?"
Alexander glanced at her.
"It's been a long time, about ten years? Because I developed desires for women." When he spoke, he was as calm as usual, giving the impression that the women he mentioned had nothing to do with Stella.
"You grew up in the church since you were a child, and did you still develop desires for women? She must be exceptional, right?" Stella asked reflexively.
Looking at her, Alexander said, "Indeed exceptional in my eyes, enough to make me give up my faith and compete with my nephew, but unfortunately, she was already committed, and in the end, she couldn't accept this marriage proposal."
When Alexander said this, he had a clear direction.
Stella was stunned.
"Alexander, I'm a bit slow; my brain can't keep up, so I'll ask you directly; the person you're talking about isn't me, is it?" Stella forced a smile.
Alexander nodded calmly. "It's you."
"Having desires for me doesn't involve... artificial respiration, does it?" Stella continued to ask.
"Yes." Alexander replied calmly.
Stella was surprised.
"My mistake!" Stella patted her head and said, "If I hadn't drowned, you wouldn't have given up your faith!"
Alexander looked away.
It was sunset at sea at this time.
The sky was full of colorful clouds, and the setting sun in the west was very beautiful.
Stella thought that the topic would end here.
After all, it was something that happened ten years ago.
With Alexander's appearance, temperament, and family background, he most likely already had a partner.
Thinking of this, Stella wanted to hit herself again.
She should have asked Alexander early on if he was married or had a partner, just in case.
The chat during this period could have been more useful.
"Ms. White, it's been ten years. Have you got what you wanted?" Just when Stella thought the topic was over, Alexander suddenly asked in a faint voice.
Stella's body stiffened.
Then she slumped down. "Do I look like I've got what I wanted?"
"Then will you continue to persist?" Alexander continued to ask.
Stella lowered her eyes.
The toenails she had done before boarding the ship had grown long and uncomfortable to wear shoes, so she had cut them herself, but not neatly.
If Stella were in front of Wyatt, she would definitely be careful to hide them and not let him see.
But at this moment, she had no such thoughts at all. It didn't matter.
"I'm a bit tired," Stella said truthfully.
Stella had also accompanied Wyatt and experienced a heart-wrenching life-and-death experience.
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