After saying that, she picked up her cup of coffee and put it in front of Weston. âWhy not give it a taste to know the difference, Mr. Ford?â
Without even blinking his eyes, Weston took a sip of the coffee she handed him.
The cup was used by Stella, but Weston drank the coffee without even a flinch.
Daisyâs face immediately turned.
As his secretary, she knew how serious his obsession with cleanliness was. He would never use what others had used.
Did he make an exception for her just because it was Stella?
When she was still in confusion, she heard the crisp sound of the coffee cup being placed on the tableâ
And that âclangâ brought her back to her senses with a jolt.
The manâs chilly voice rang.
âIs this what you usually serve the guests?
Her face paled, and she quickly explained, âI apologize, Mr. Ford. As you are used to drinking handâ
ground coffee, I personally brew this for you. The coffee we serve the guests meets the companyâs standard practices and has been prepared in full compliance with the procedure. If Mrs. Ford does not like it, I can make her ground coffee as wellâ¦â
Weston was already very irritated. His handsome face was gloomy, like the dark sky that was about to rain. âThere is no need for that. You can go out now.â
She stood still, and her body felt stiff. She seemed to want to go out, but she wasnât moving.
Looking at her trapped in an awkward situation, Stella smiled and said to Weston. âDonât be like this.
Look at her. she seems to want to make coffee for me. I am interested in tasting the coffee your secretary makes.
After all, itâs something Mr. Ford can accept. I bet her skill should be excellent.â
He gazed into her eyes. Knowing there was something between her line, he still decided to let her have her way.
He pulled her to sit on his lap. âIf you want, I can make it for you myself. It will surely not taste any worse than hers.â
Watching the two act like no one was around, Daisy clenched her fists slowly. As her face turned pale, she said, âDonât bother yourself, Mr. Ford. Iâll go make it now.â
In fact, she was indeed hiding a small intention in her actions. Being in charge of all of Westonâs necessities, she wanted to give him the best.
Therefore, she naturally cared less about other people.
Though it was somehow a little deliberate, she thought it brought no harm. She didnât expect that Stella would expose her so directly She simply wanted to watch her make a fool of herself, didnât she?
After saying that, Daisy escaped the scene.
Stellaâs eyes darkened, and something played in her mind. when she looked at her back.
The next second, the man pinched her chin and forced her to look into his eyes. âAre you satisfied now?â
âI donât understand what you are talking about.â
Once Daisy left, Stellaâs face changed immediately.
She pushed him away and got right up off of him.
Weston laughed and shook his head at how ungrateful she became after using him. âI thought you were jealous.â
She sneered. She felt intense mockery but still bantered with a charming tone. âYour secretary is such a beauty. She is so capable and is so concerned about you. Itâs your blessing. Why should I be jealous?â
Her heart was cold, yet she was smiling, and her words were ambiguous.
Since the day they met in the restaurant, Weston had envisioned a lot about how she would treat herself afterward.
But it never occurred to him that she would be as vague as she is now.
She could smile at him just to get what she wanted.