Stellaâs tone was gentle. She sounded as if she was completely aware of her own hurtful words. Perha ps it was her indifference that cut Weston even deeper.
Weston pulled her away to observe her expression from above. Stellaâs usually clear eyes seemed a little obscure.
She had a smile in her eyes, but she was not smiling.
Weston could no longer read her real emotions hidden deep inside. All he could see was just a bubble
of illusion.
âStellaâ¦â Weston squeezed her shoulder and tightened his grip slowly. âI know youâre saying that on p urposeâ¦
âMr. Ford, youâre overthinking it.â
The smile on Stellaâs face instantly faded. Stella looked at Weston steadily and cut him off, âWhy do I have to say
that deliberately? I have a boyfriend. Besides, it has been three years. Do you really think I should keep my chastity for yo u?â
Stella had no idea which word hurt him more.
Westonâs eyes changed at once. He clasped her wrist, Youâre my wife. Youâre Mrs. Ford. You may have a boyfriend, but itâs best to get rid of him soon.
Stellaâs face changed. She shook off his hand with a frown. âWho do you think you are? Arenât you the
one who forced me to divorce you four years ago? Who made me sign the divorce agreement? Why ar e you pretending as if you love me so much now?â
âI didnât know how I felt about you then.â
Weston suddenly looked a little sad. He gradually tightened the force on his hand and explained, âAfter the divorce, I realized how important you were to
me. It was a strange feeling. I couldnât do anything but imprison you by my sideâ¦â
âEnough.â Stella interrupted him impatiently. The last thing she wanted to do was to listen to his explan ation.
âYouâre just sad for losing what you used to have. If you had sympathy for me, it wouldnât have come to thisâ¦â
âWeston, youâve hurt me all over before. Itâs time for you to learn how to let go.â
Stella looked straight into his eyes. Her pupils seemed darker than her hair color. She said slowly and coldly, From now on, p lease stop haunting me again. Itâs really annoying.â
Meanwhile, Daisy had been drinking herself into a stupor in the private room.
Benâs earlier words served as a reminder to her. What was the point of her working so hard? She was g ood at her job but not irreplaceable.
She worked so hard for Weston, but so what?
Weston was able to take things into his hands and complete them within minutes. He would not be moved by her efforts.
If so, why bother working so hard?
Daisy had gone to so much trouble and followed Weston around for three years. However, she was inco âMiss Daisy, why are you drinking alone here?â
A supplier came over and sat next to her. He rubbed her arm lewdly. âIsnât it boring to drink alone? Shall Daisy frowned in disgust. âNo, thanks.â
After that, she pulled out the jacket that was pressed against him and stumbled to her feet. In actual fact The man, however, yanked her hand and pulled her back. He made her sit in his arms and stroke her chin with a teasing smile. âYouâd do anything to get a deal, wouldnât you? So why arenât you willing to drink with me?!â
Daisyâs face immediately turned unpleasant. She had no idea that her determination to do anything for W anyone.