Xavier was stunned and then laughed. âI knew it. This is what I told her. Isnât it true that all women who fall in love with you end up miserable, save for Stella?â
Weston had no time to listen to all of these. He pondered and suddenly stopped and looked at him. âDo you think my hands look nice?â
Xavier was still smiling. The smile did not fade when he heard Weston. Thinking that he had heard wrong, he asked, âWhat did you just say?â
This question didnât sound like Weston at all.
It convinced him even more that he mustâve heard it wrong.
Although he was not very young, he was not so old that his hearing had gone bad.
Weston paused for a while, and embarrassment flashed across his eyes.
However, he still asked, âDo you think my hands look nice?â
Xavier did not say anything.
After a long pause, he looked at Weston. âAre you going crazy?â
As he was saying that, he walked to Weston and reached his hand out wanting to touch his forehead, but Weston pushed him away coldly. âI know I shouldnât have asked you.â
After that, he turned around and walked away.
Xavier quickly blocked him. âDonât be so rash. Why are you asking this scary question all of a sudden?â
Weston pinched his glabella. Before he said anything, Xavierâs eyes lit up. âI know, itâs because of Stella, isnât it?â
Other than Stella, he did not know who had the magic power to make such a frightening change in Weston. Weston said nothing and remained silent.
But his silence meant acquiescence. Xavier could not help but laugh out loud, and it was getting louder and louder.
The man glared at Xavier coldly. âHave you laughed enough?â
After saying that, he wanted to leave, but Xavier stopped him quickly. He laughed so hard that tears came out of his eyes. âDonât go. If you want to know what a woman is thinking, I am the best person to ask.â
Weston paused in his tracks and looked at him. Indeed, Xavier knew more about matters like these.
Although he was never short of women, he never had to guess what was in their minds. It was always they who held him in their palms, and he basically did not know how to please a woman.
Xavier pulled a chair and sat in front of him. âI guess you are asking this because Stella said she likes a man with niceâlooking hands, doesnât she?â
Weston remained silent, it was still an acquiescence.
Xavier said, âApart from the most basic strength a man should have, what a woman likes will be wealth, background, appearance, and height. Of course, there will be some other unusual preferences. Take me as an example. As a man, I am very fond of boobs and long legs, so a woman would surely have her favorite parts.â
Weston pondered for a moment and asked, âOther than hands, what other places would a woman like?â
âFor example, the voice, some women are completely resistant to the low sound of a man, and some women like Adamâs appleâ¦â
The more Weston listened to him, the more confused he was. He looked at Xavier, âAnything else?â
âIn short, any part of your body has the potential to become an aphrodisiac for women, depending on how you use it.â
âTalking to you is a waste of time.â Weston then swept him a faint glance, got up, and left.
Looking at his back, Xavier let out a long sigh.
He did not expect that Weston would one day ask him about the preferences of a woman. He really felt as if the sun rose from the west.
Daisy came in after Weston left and was surprised to see Xavier sitting in the office.
She had just heard from the receptionist that Mr. Ford seemed to have returned from the dead and came to the office.