Chapter 17 Go away.

　　The bullet grazed Jasper Milton's arm, then exited through the car door. 　　Lieutenant Johnson stopped the car in a panic. The motorcyclist plummeted away, into the crowded traffic. 　　"Are you alright, Chief?" Lieutenant Johnson took out his gun, trying to aim at the motorcyclist zig-zagging away. 　　"Do not open fire, we are in the city, you might hurt citizens,' Jasper ordered. 　　He glanced at the escaping motorcyclist, and ordered," Seal all the exits for Greenhill road, extract all CCTV records, don't act rashly and alert the enemy." 　　"Yes, Chief," said Lieutenant Johnson. 　　Stella looked at the blood on her hand and then to Jasper's arm. There were pierce wounds all over from being cut by shards of broken glass. 　　If it weren't for him, it would be her face that was covered in wounds. 　　She was in shock. 　　"Your arms are injured, you need to get them bandaged, the hospital is just around here," said Stella worriedly. 　　Jasper Milton looked at Stella, he apologized, "I'm sorry, I can't send you home now, I have to return to duty. I'll contact you later.' 　　"It's ok, I'll go home on my own." Stella got down from the car. 　　Jasper Milton flagged down a taxi, and told the taxi driver, "Send her to Skies Apartment." 　　Stella walked towards the taxi and hopped on. Jasper closed the door after her getting in. 　　Stella looked at his arm. They were still bleeding, and she felt worried for him. She thought he did not care about saving himself at all; he had saved her once by shielding her from a bullet during the drug ring hostage incident, and now he had done it again. What about his own life? He was always putting other people's safety before himself. 　　A strange feeling grew within her. 　　As soon as she got back to her apartment, she saw Federick lying on her sofa, one arm resting on the cushions, the other holding a fruit knife. He had an eerie smile on his face. 　　"I have taken our marriage certificate and your identity card, but I might also need your account book. Wait a minute." Stella walked toward the master bedroom. 　　"Does that man satisfy you?" asked Federick, filled with sarcasm. 　　Stella glared at him and said, "Yes, he does." 　　Federick got up, he slapped Stella on her face, shouting: "How could you?" 　　He had slapped so hard; she felt dizzy from the impact. Blood appeared on the corner of her mouth. 　　She calmly wiped off the blood and thought, the worst thing she had ever done to herself was to fall in love with him! 　　"If what I have done is bad, what about all those affairs you have had with those other women?" Stella said sarcastically. 　　After she spoke, she realized that there was no point arguing with him. 　　"It's okay, we'll lead our own lives after this, there's nothing worth discussing and arguing about, I'll move out of here by today, since this is your house." Stella said, and continued walking towards the room. 　　Federick was furious. He grabbed at her face, not letting her go. Her cheeks burned with pain. 　　"You've learned how to embarrass me, huh?" said Federick angrily, with the vein on his forehead pulsed alarmingly. 　　Stella stared at Federick, ignoring his words, she pushed his hands away and said: "There are no binds between us anymore, we are both free of each other." 　　Federick was furious. He could not bear to think of Stella thinking of someone else! 　　Federick grabbed on her chin, breathing angrily on her face. She could almost feel the fury burning out of him, as if a fire was about to burn her. 　　He had no idea why he was so furious when she had suggested this divorce, as if she no longer cared for me. 　　"I'll let you know the consequences of betraying me!" Federick unzipped his pants, with his temper was through the roof. "I'll make you regret this decision." 　　Stella thought of their conversation the previous day. It made her fill with disgust, and she was momentarily speechless. 　　Federick saw that she did not rebuff him. He laughed and continued, "It seems like he did not satisfy you! You want more?' When Stella realized what he was doing, she instantly reacted and said:"Go away!" 　　Federick forced a kiss on Stella as she struggled to escape. The more she struggled, the angrier he got. He even bit on her lips, causing her to bleed. 　　Stella fought back by punching Federick, pushing his head away, but he was too strong for her. 　　Federick could feel how weak she was, he could not control himself, thinking about her night out with Jasper Milton, asked angrily," What did you do with him last night?" 　　His hands began to move downwards, and this frightened her. She did not want to be trapped by him, so she grabbed the fruit knife on the coffee table and placed it on Federick's neck. 　　Federick froze, looking at Stella. 　　But there was no trace of concern in him. He chastised, "Just do it, I've always wondered to what extent would you go?' 　　Stella shivered. She looked at Federick angrily. 　　"Didn't you say I disgust you, look at what you're doing now!" said Stella furiously. 　　"Huh…" Federick forced a smile. He said:" I regret now, I want to know what other guys like about you." 　　Federick came closer. She was terrified, and she moved to stab his arm. 　　Before Stella could reach him, he held her back. He was so strong that he almost broke her arm. The knife dropped to the floor. 　　Federick opened his mouth, smiled, and said," Stab it into my heart, why don't you? I won't die if you stab my arms." 　　"I'll not dirty my hands by killing you." Stella replied furiously. 　　Federick touched Stella's face with his cold hands, asking: "What did you two do yesterday?" 　　"Nothing happened between us." Stella replied. 　　Federick clearly did not believe her. He said, "Are you kidding me? You were both together!" 　　"It's up to you what you what to think." Stella looked at him and kicked him without hesitation. 　　Federick was stunned. He never thought that Stella would ever kick him. He took a big step back to dodge her kicks. 　　Stella then grabbed the fruits on the table, hurling them towards him. He dodged them as well. 　　She ran and left the house, not looking back. 　　"Geeeezzz..." Federick was furious. He kicked the table near him, and it broke into pieces. 　　The housekeeper stood in terror by the kitchen, her eyes full of fright. He shouted at her, "You're fired!' 　　The housekeeper left the house right away.