Meanwhile, at Stellaâs studio. Stella went back to work right after regaining her sight.
Stellaâs music career wasnât her only source of income one she had diversified investments in various areas. Hence, she had a lot of income from other businesses and no longer had to worry about money to raise her two children.
After greeting her staff in the studio, she returned to her seat to start working. Not long after, the receptionist came into her office and informed her, âMiss Cicily, thereâs someone downstairs wanting to meet youâ¦â "
Before the receptionist could finish her sentence, Weston walked in with a bouquet in his arms. Weston was in his usual black suit, which was a familiar look for Stella. Weston always looked good in black color. The calm and sophisticated color gave him a noble and distant aura.
Stella frowned as soon as seeing Weston and said to the receptionist a little impatiently, âDidnât I tell you not to let people like him in?â
âButâ¦â The receptionist was a little troubled. After all, they knew who Weston was and was worried he would hold a grudge against them for stopping him.
Stella knew her dilemma, so she waved her hand and dismissed her. âYou can go out first.â
âYes, Miss Cicily.â
Weston came in and said to her, âDonât make it hard an employee.â
Stella glared at him. âAre you teaching me how to do things now?â
on âOf course not. I just think the employees have no choice but to inform you. They are paid to work and canât make their own decisions at times.â
âIf you hadnât come to me, she wouldnât have been in trouble.â
âI canât help you. Sorry.â Weston was very frank.
Stella exhaled and glanced at the bouquet in his arms. Do you know? What youâre doing now is so old-
fashioned. Iâve lost count of the countless bouquets Iâve received in the past three years. Your outdated way of courting doesnât work for me at all.â
âReally? Well, Iâll try a different method next time.â Weston then put the flowers on Stellaâs table.
Stella got annoyed looking at the bouquet and threw it in the trash. âI guess you didnât understand what I just said.â
âI understand.â Weston walked to the trash can and took the flowers out. âDo I need to remind you that youâre my girlfriend now? Itâs only normal for me to send you flowers. You can throw them away, but Iâll keep sending them over anyway.â
Stella widened her eyes at once. âWhoâs your girlfriend?â
Weston reminded her, âI agreed to all the terms you stated before, so weâre now a couple.â
Stella refuted, âIâve changed my mind. I didnât promise you anything or sign the papers!â
âI brought the papers.â Weston took out a thick stack of papers and put the contract in front of her. âNow sign them, good girl.â
Stella threw the copy in the trash without even looking at him. Weston, however, was surprisingly patient with her these days. He went over to the trash can again and took the papers out.
When she just sat down, the receptionist came in reluctantly and stammered again, âMiss Cicily, thereâs a lady outside looking for youâ¦â
âLady?â
Stella looked up and asked, âIs Yvonne or Angelina here?â
It turned out that it was Daisy who came instead of them. Stella flashed Weston a meaningful smile as Daisy walked in.