She held the hands of the twins, one in each hand, and said, âLetâs go back to our private room.â
Weston was, of course, unwilling to let them go.
He stepped forward without hesitation and grabbed her small wrist, only to realize that it seemed thinner than before.
When they met again, he thought she was doing well as her complexion looked good.
But the fragile and tender bones in her wrist indicated she hadnât been living too well for the past three years.
She must have suffered quite a lot.
Falling into deep thought, he forget what he wanted to say.
She looked at him impatiently and shook off his hand languidly and somewhat indifferently. âMr. Ford, why donât you say anything after calling out to me?â
She sniggered, not showing any annoyance, but with a hint of awkwardness. âI have an appointment, and I donât have the time to talk riddles with you here. By the way, I heard that today is your birthday. I shall wish you a happy birthday, then.â
Weston tightened his grasp, and his eyes darkened. âWho are you meeting?â
She shook off his hand and laughed. âWhat does it have to do with you?â
âYou are my wife.â
He gazed into her eyes and said emphatically, âDonât you forget that you are my lawful wedded wife.â
She laughed with a calm face. She smiled occasionally, but it was insincere.
âWe got divorced five years ago. After that, you married a woman called Ella. Sheâs dead. Have you forgotten?â
She was now Stella. She had gotten back her real name.
In all seriousness, she was only his exâwife.
Miguel had been waiting for some time on the second floor of the restaurant. When seeing Stella come in, he said discontentedly, âDonât tell me you have just arrived.â
The private room was spacious. The appetizer for children had been served on the table, and the napkins had been used.
It seemed like he was a little drunk and wasnât thinking straight.
Stella came with the two little ones in her hands. â
Something happened, and I went to take care of it just now. Shall we go now?â
Miguel sat up straight and put his jacket aside casually.
He obviously had just returned from a meeting at the bar.
When she got close enough, she could smell the strong smell of alcohol and tobacco on him.
He seemed to be irritated. As he tugged on his collar, he fixed his lightâcolored eyes on her. âI have just arrived. Why are we leaving?â
He grabbed his hair. âWhy donât you three have dinner with me? I didnât even get to eat at the dinner party just now. I only drankâ¦â
She frowned. âNo, you stink of smoke and liquor. The kids will smell it.â
In fact, she simply did not want to see Weston again.
Besides, it was a little tricky to escape from him.
If it was not because of Emmaâs crying at the right time, he would not get agitated, and she would not be able to get away from him so quickly.
With her understanding of his character, she was already expecting that Weston would come to his senses soon and investigate her thoroughly.
Moreover, with this drunk here, she did not want to stay there for a second longer.
If Weston bumped into Miguel, she couldnât imagine what would happen.
Three years had passed, and Stella didnât care for Westonâs feelings.
However, that man was terribly possessive, and she bet he would spring into action.
Fortunately, she was no longer the woman he once had full control of.
She had her own career and status now and a family she cherishes.
She wasnât about to let him have his way and do as he pleased like he always did.
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