Chapter 960


    Chapter 960


    Time slowed to a crawl. To Ste, it seemed as if the change of seasons had been stalled. Spring had


    come and gone, and the early days of summer were being ushered in.


    That said, it rained so heavilyst night that it felt more like a cold spring night.


    She was walking on the carpet in cotton slippers when she heard someoneing in through the door.


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    “Dr.Quirk,” she greeted, more out of a habit than anything.


    “Good afternoon!”


    “How are you feeling today?"


    “Not bad." She put down the watering can in her hand and yed with the leaves of her nts with


    keen and focused eyes.


    Dr.Quirk walked up to her and was about to speak when he was distracted by a delicate chain on her


    feet.


    “What is that?” he asked.


    = "Hmm?" Ste followed his gaze, smiled, and casually exined, “Oh, these? They’re ankle cuffs.”


    Ste lifted her left foot, and the dainty chain jingled with a crisp and clear noise.


    "I was trying to bask in the sun with my cactus yesterday,” Ste exined further.


    “Weston probably thought I was trying to run away again, so he had someone make these anklets and


    had them on me.” She spoke in an eerily calm andposed tone, like describing a distant event that


    had nothing to do with her at all.


    Dr.Quirk frowned.He found it hard to breathe .He had always been disturbed by Ste and Weston''s


    rtionship, even finding it to be morbid at times.


    Today, that feeling hade to a head.


    “May I ask why Mr.Ford did this?”


    “Hmm?” Ste seemed surprised by the question.She shook her head and replied, “You should ask


    him.” Dr.Quirk tugged at his cor and walked up to Ste.


    "So not only did he lock you up in there, he’s now putting cuffs around your ankle…Is it you who needs


    therapy, or does he have some mental illness too?” Ste smiled when she heard the question , though


    she still looked as unruffled as she did.


    "He would never think that there was anything wrong with him,” she said.


    Weston was a man filled with the pride and arrogance of an egotistical jerk.His lofty status and


    incredible talent prevented him from having much empathy for other people.


    Nothing could stop him from getting what he wanted or achieving any of the goals in his mind.He gave


    no one any chance to challenge him.


    Dr.Quirk stared fixedly at Ste for a while.


    He then paced back and forth before going into the living room to pour himself a ss of water.It took


    him a long time before he could suppress his incredulity at the absurdity of the situation.


    "If he keeps on doing this,” he told Ste, “your mental health will never improve!”


    “He doesn’t care about my mental health anyway,” she replied.


    She put down the nt she was holding and washed her hands.Then she walked into the living room


    and sat on the sofa.


    “What he wants is for me to stay inside the house obediently.It''ll be even better if I can have sex with


    him again.” Dr.Quirk''s frown deepened when he noticed Ste''s indifference and detachment.


    "But don''t you mind how he''s treating you?” he asked.


    Ste picked up the ss of water in front of her and took a sip.


    “I don''t have the right to mind it," she replied, her eyes dull and lifeless, devoid of a trace of light.


    “I really don''t know what to do with you two..." Dr.Quirk sighed, deeply unsettled by what he was


    seeing.He then proceeded with the usual therapy session with Ste, although he drew a sharp breath


    every time he caught a glimpse of the shackles around her feet.


    Over time, he became increasingly restless and could no longer remain calm.


    “What he''s doing is equivalent to restriction of your personal freedom,” he pointed out, suddenly


    changing the subject.


    “Ste, you’re not a submissive person.It''s bad enough that he locks you up, but he even put those


    shackles around your feet, knowing clearly well that you have noway to escape him.Don''t you know


    what this means?" Clearly, it looked like Weston was treating her like his property.


    But Ste stayed silent, staring vacantly at the empty space in front of her.


    At the sight of the condition she was in, Dr.Quirk could no longer sit still.


    “If things between you two keep going down like this, there’ll be no way I can treat anyone here.” He


    sprang up to his feet and added, “Today’s session ends here.I’ll talk to Mr.Ford about this.” Joan then


    sent him off to the door.


    He turned around and looked at Ste , intending to say something to her, but when he saw those


    chains around her feet, he let out a heavy sigh and decided against it.