Stella froze for a moment when she heard the voice. When she turned around, she saw that Weston had appeared behind her at some point.
Weston stared at the man behind Stella with a cold gaze and an icy aura around him. Weston had always emitted a strong aura around him. Anyone who saw him would immediately be terrified because of his intimidating aura.
The man froze for a moment at Westonâs sudden appearance. He took a step back and quickly steadied himself before greeting Weston, âMr. Ford.â
He still had the same calm and gentle look. âIâm sending Miss Cicily back.â
âI know. Donât ever show up in front of her again,â Weston told him. âYou donât have to send her back.
Stay away from her.â
It would be a little inappropriate for the man to act a fool at Westonâs straightforwardness, so he tugged at his collar and asked Weston with a polite smile, âMr. Ford, you should give me a reason, shouldnât you? Iâm having a good time with Miss Cicily.â
âYouâre the one who thinks sheâs having a good time.â Weston stood next to Stella and took her hand straight.
Stella frowned at Westonâs action. She wanted to withdraw her hand, but Weston held her hand tight and refused to let go.
âI know whatâs in your mind. Sheâs not for you to hurt.â
The manâs expression changed. âFrom what I know, youâre already divorced from Miss Cicily. Youâre not legally related anymore. Me pursuing her should be none of your business.â
Weston curled his lips. It seemed like a smile without a trace of warmth in his eyes. Instead, it looked a little scary. âYou really know how to irritate me,â Weston said faintly, but the coldness in his eyes made the man take a half step back.
The man glanced at Stella and became a little confident seeing Stella impatience at Westonâs presence.
He told Stella, âMiss Cicily, Iâm sure you can tell. Iâm very sincere about being with youâ¦â
âSo what if youâre sincere? Itâs worth nothing.â Weston straightened his wristwatch and gave him an indifferent look. âWait until the day your sincerity can affect the stock market, and then come back to me and tell me about your sincerity.â
Stella glared at him: âCan you cut the crap?â
She turned to the man and told him, âSorry. Todayâs events must have upset you.â
The man smiled and simply ignored Weston. He said to Stella, âCan we meet again?â
Stella hesitated a little and shook her head. âMaybe not.â
Although she felt okay about him, she was not interested in him. Besides, judging by Westonâs attitude just now, she was afraid that Weston would make things difficult for him. All she wanted to was just to make a friend. There was no loss in not contacting each other again, but if Weston targeted him, she might drag him into the mess.
Sure enough, the manâs face paled a little. At last, he let out an inexplicable laugh and gave her a meaningful look before turning away and leaving reluctantly.
Stella exhaled and turned to Weston beside her. âAre you happy now?â
Then, she went straight to the car.
Weston hesitated a little and followed after her.
Stella did not say anything after the door was closed. After a short silence, Weston spoke first.
âHeâs not for you.â
Stella simply ignored him. She closed her eyes and leaned her head against the window. As the car started, she swayed a little.
Weston hesitated for a moment before moving her head to his shoulder. âLean on me.â