Yvonne recently realized Lucasâs possessiveness over her. It had been getting worse lately, and she felt suffocated.
She used to enjoy Lucasâ treatment and thought it was a sign of his love for her, but there was a limit to everything. She felt that Lucas had exceeded that limit and was a bit sick.
Lucasâs eyes changed at Yvonneâs serious response. He withdrew his hand in slight irritation and remained silent. Then, he finished the glass of wine in his hand and placed it on the tray beside him. âIâm leaving. You better come over soon.â
Yvonne let out a helpless sigh and had no choice but to turn to Weston. âThen please take care of her.â
Stella hugged her arms and would not let her go. âWhy push me to Weston? Can you trust a man like him?â
Weston was speechless at how Stella did not seem to mind badmouthing him directly at his face.
Yvonne felt a little helpless. âWhat should I do? My husband seems angry. I have to coax him.â
âNo! You canât put him before our friendship.â
Yvonne raised her eyebrows at what Stella had just said. âShe seems really drunk.â
Then, she patted Stellaâs shoulder and urged, âOkay, come on. If I donât go over, Lucas will eat me up.â
Yvonne saw Angelina coming from afar as if a savior. âIâll leave Stella in your care!â
Before Angelina could even react, Yvonne had already pushed Stella to her. Seeing that Yvonne had left in a hurry, Angelina hurriedly helped Stella and looked at Yvonne with a helpless look.
The next moment, a force pulled Stella over.
Weston gave her an indifferent look. âLet me.â
Angelina was too thin and could barely support the weight of a drunk, so she let Weston hold Stella.
âWait. Iâll get someone over here.â
Angelina stared at Weston as if afraid of what he might do to Stella. However, Weston behaved like a gentleman and held Stella without further action.
Henry came up behind Angelina and asked her if she needed any help.
Angelina did not lose her temper with him this round and told him, âShall we send Stella back?â
âHeâs here. What are we doing with Stella?â
Henry glanced at Weston and seemed to be puzzled at Angelinaâs action. Why was she obstructing them?
Angelina glared at him. âDonât you know? Stella doesnât want to stay with him!â
âIs that so? I saw her relaxing with Weston earlier. Emma and Elias seemed quite comfortable with him.â
Angelinaâs gaze flickered.
What Henry said was true, but Angelina could not just hand Stella over to Weston just yet. She said to Henry, âNo. Sheâs drunk. Iâm taking her.â
âWhy donât you ask her? Who does she want to go with?â Henry suggested.
Angelina turned to Stella and asked, âYouâre drunk. Shall I take you to your room?â
âIâm not drunk.â Stella stood up straight. She stared at Angelina for a moment and suddenly hugged her.
âIâm a good drinker!â
Angelina was rendered speechless. She thought, âDo drunk people like to tell such lies?â
She patted the back of Stellaâs hand. âOkay, youâre not drunk, but itâs late now. Letâs go back and rest, okay?â
Stella shook her head. âNo. We have to continue eating. Donât we have to cut the cake? Thereâs still a performance tonight. Iâll play a piano piece for everyone!â
Angelina couldnât help but laugh. âHow can you play the piano with the condition youâre in? You might just end up throwing up on Mr. Ford.â