Stella spoke nonchalantly. She had, after all, waited for him longer than she ever did.
Stella was dealing with the matter at hand all afternoon.
She did not even notice when it was almost time to get off work.
The receptionist came by again and whispered in her ear. âMs. Cicily, thereâs someone downstairs who wants to see you.â
Stella thought it was Weston again. âTell him I am not seeing anyone now.â
The receptionist was troubled, and said, âBut he also brought the young master and young miss overâ¦â
When she heard that, she asked, âWho?â
âItâs Mr. Miguel.â
She then put down the things in her hand. âYou can go out first, Iâll be right down.â
âYes, Ms. Cicily.â
She quickly gathered the papers on her desk and went downstairs, and saw Miguel with Elias and Emma from afar, sitting on the sofa in the parlor waiting for her.
She was just about to stride over when she saw Weston sitting quietly on the other side of the couch.
His eyes were on Elias and Emma, with a tenderness he had never realized himself.
The only thing was that Miguel over there was a bit of an eyesore, but Weston did not care.
When he heard the noise, he raised his head and looked over toward Stella.
His eyes lit up the moment she appeared. He stood up and walked up to her. âDone with your work?â
She ignored him and walked right past him to Miguel. â What brings you here, guys?â
Elias and Emma plunged into her arms-
âMommy!â
She squatted down and stroked both of their heads. âDid you behave yourselves?â
âYes!â
Miguel gave Weston a provocative look. âThey are with me, of course, they will listen to me.â
Weston stood alone, looking a bit forlorn.
They looked like a family of four when standing there while he was an outsider excluded from the circle.
In the end, it was Emma who felt that he looked pitiful standing alone there with no one talking to him.
She said, âUnkie!â
He gathered his composure and looked at her with a light smile. âHi.â
Miguel was a little upset and pinched Emmaâs face. âWhy are you greeting random strangers? Thatâs inappropriate, do you know that?â
Emma ran to Weston and hugged his leg instead. âUnkie is not a bad guy!â
She said with certainty, âUnkie is good-looking.â
Miguel and Stella were speechless.
Stella held her forehead. âYou are such a face-judger. What would become of you when you grow up?â
Weston, on the other hand, lifted the corner of his mouth. âItâs not a bad thing to be a face-judger, at least he wouldnât be deceived by some ugly man.â
After all, handsome men were a minority, so the probability of her getting cheated would be smaller.
Stella could not help but glare at him. âCan you not say such a thing in front of the children? They donât
understand anything yet.â