Billionaire’s Pampered Wife

Stella would wake up at 6 a. m. every day and begin her morning routine of preparing breakfast, cleaning the house, watering the plants, and eating breakfast.

She still had some groceries when she went shopping from the day before so she didn’t need to buy any. She was arranging the flowers that she had bought when her phone rang.

Sheldon’s name flashed through the screen. She answered the call.

“Stella, we’ve got answers from the man. It seems that the whole matter was instigated by Alissa. Director Vann would like to know if you have considered the best way to deal with this matter,” Sheldon said.

Stella smiled wryly. Vann threw the problem over to her because Alissa was still of use to him, yet he didn’t want to offend her at the same time.

“I think that Alissa has a questionable character, and I know for sure that she is a vengeful person. If I were to offend her, I might bring trouble upon myself. This matter could be used as leverage against her, so let’s not make a big fuss over it. I don’t really enjoy messing up my colleagues’ lives.”

“Alright, I understand. Will you be coming to the station later? I have some similar cases from other locations that might have been committed by the same suspect. There may be new clues,” Sheldon reported.

“No, I won’t be going over today. I have to attend to a patient in the morning and I have to make a trip to the research center in the afternoon. Let’s meet again after Uncle Joker is arrested,”

“Sure, let’s stay in touch then,” Sheldon then hung up the phone.

Stella finished arranging the flowers shortly after. She placed the stems onto an absorbent paper to ensure that the flowers would stay alive for the next two days, then wrapped them with some colorful plastic paper.

She then brought the flowers along and placed them at her car’s passenger seat. She turned on some music and began her 1-hour long journey. She reached a tranquil villa and rang the doorbell.

The door opened, revealing a lady in her fifties. She looked tired and downcast.

“Good morning, Carol. Is Lawrence still having trouble sleeping?” Stella asked softly.

Carol lowered her head and blamed herself, “It’s all my fault. I should have stopped him from entering the entertainment industry. If he hadn’t, things would not have been like this right now.”Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“Well, things had already turned out the way they did. There is no way to change the past. You need to take care of yourself in order to be able to care for him,” Stella comforted her and handed the flowers to Carol, “These are for you.”

Carol looked at the flowers in Stella’s hands in confusion.

Stella smiled, “I arranged them myself. I hope that you’d like them.”

Carol nodded, “I like them very much. They’re way better than mine.”

“No, I learned it all from you. I’ll be going in to see him now,” Stella said softly.

“Sure. He has locked himself up in the recording room for the past two days,” Carol said sadly.

“I’ll go and have a look,” Stella made her way upstairs to the innermost room on the third floor and knocked on the door.

“I want to be alone,” A man’s voice came from inside.

“Well, what if I say that my name is Enola? That’s Alone spelled backward!” Stella joked.

After a while, the door opened.

Stella looked at the handsome man in front of her. Perhaps it was because he had locked himself up for two days, his beard was all grown out, his skin was porcelain white, and there were heavy shadows under his red-rimmed eyes. He looked weary, holding Stella’s gaze with a tint of despair and a sign of help.

“Will it be alright if we go over to your room instead?” Stella asked.

His work environment wasn’t exactly the best place to treat him.

Lawrence nodded and said with a hoarse voice, “Okay.”

Stella entered his room and took a good look around. The room was in a mess, and the blinds were drawn, with specks of sunlight peeking through the gaps. It seemed Carol might not have had the energy to tidy up the room, and everything in the room seemed to have lost its luster. “Sit here and wait for me.”

Stella went downstairs, only to see that Carol was cooking in the kitchen.

“Carol, could you please buy some flowers and potted plants? I want to use it to decorate Lawrence’s room. If it’s possible, get him a cat too,” Stella said gently.

“Oh, I’ll go right away,” Carol took off her apron, turned off the gas, and went out in a rush.

Stella returned to Lawrence’s room and found him leaning against the sofa, eyes shut in pain under his tightly-knitted eyebrows.

“How many hours have you slept this week?” Stella sat across him and asked.

“Less than 10 hours. My head hurts, my eyes hurt, my heart hurts, and my body feels weak, but, I just can’t fall asleep,” Lawrence said weakly.

“Are you worried about your new album?” Stella asked.

“I’m worried that the sales will be bad. Online influencers have recently brought a big impact on the market. With all kinds of entertainment shows, new stars appear every day. If I don’t release any new songs, I will be eliminated, kicked into the curb, lose all my fans, and become irrelevant in the industry,” Lawrence said painfully.

“Are you still browsing through social media every day?” Stella asked.

“I still do, but I don’t post anything. I posted a photo of a meal that I was having a few days ago, but there were only a few comments and 0 shares. It’s so much worse compared to a rookie artist’s,” Lawrence said with disappointment.

“That’s normal. You’re not usually active on social media.”

“But I have more than 10 million followers. Are they all dead? If they don’t pay attention to me, then what use are they for me?” Lawrence said irritably.

Stella understood the reason for his breakdown, and she said, “There will always be new talents to replace the veterans. It’s the law of nature, but it’s okay. There are many neglected artists who managed to gain fame again with a new movie or song. What you need to do right now is take a good rest and regain your energy to compose new songs.”

“I’m afraid I can’t. When the time comes, I’m sure I won’t be able to bear it,” Lawrence pressed his hands to his temple and said.

“I have a suggestion. When you’ve done composing a song, why don’t you invite some experts over to listen to it and have them give you their opinions? You could release it if it’s good, then you won’t need to be afraid of the song being a failure,” Stella suggested.

“Music is easy to be plagiarized,” Lawrence said worriedly.

Stella smiled, “That’s better actually. You could find a few people to listen to your song. If they steal your song, that only means that your song is great. You could then back yourself up by filing a lawsuit, and with that, people will remember you, and you will rise to the peak of your fame again.”

Everything seemed to be clear to Lawrence now, and he said with sparkling eyes. “You’re right. I know what to do.”

“Do you know when the brain is most active?” Stella asked.

Lawrence didn’t know, so he shook his head.

“It’s when you’re asleep and dreaming. I remember a scientist called Kekulene. He encountered a problem, and no matter how hard he tried, he wasn’t able to write down the composition of the benzene molecule. He went to sleep and then dreamt of spinning carbon atoms. The chain of carbon atoms were all coiled and twisted around like a snake, and it touched its own tail. Then, he woke up and finished the composition. So, sleep is actually helpful in giving us inspiration.”

“I see. I’m going to sleep now then,” Lawrence said with a smile.

Stella took out a bottle from her bag and handed it to Lawrence, “If you’re able to sleep, then sleep. If you can’t, then take one pill every twenty hours. I do not want you to be relying too much on drugs.”

“Thank you, Doctor Grace,” Lawrence thanked Stella.

“Sort yourself out first. And, it will be easier to fall asleep after a hearty meal. In the meantime, I would like to decorate your room. It might take me an hour to finish everything,” Stella said.

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