Weston was observing her expression.
He would reduce the force on his hands whenever she furrowed her brows.
His movements were very gentle, yet he would still hurt her accidentally.
After repeating it a few times, though, he slowly got the hang of it.
He was undeniably a fast learner.
It only took him a couple of minutes, but he seemed to master it pretty quickly and didnât hurt Stella anymore.
The sound of the hair dryer stopped. Her dry and draped softly over her shoulders, revealing her small face.
He held her up, combed her hair, and suddenly questioned, âYour hair grew longer?â
She turned her face to the side, not wanting to answer.
He could see that she was repelled but continued to ask, âItâs still early. Do you want to do something else?â âI want to sleep.â She shook her head.
âItâs only 9 pm. You wonât be able to sleep. Orâ¦â The manâs tone took on new meaning.
Her brows furrowed and her fist clenched tightly when she heard this.
He was always like that. When he wanted her to do something and she didnât want it, he wouldnât push her. Instead, heâd provide her with another option far from what she wanted, so that in the end, sheâd have no choice but to do what he requested.
Stella took in a deep breath as she knew that he wouldnât take no for an answer, so she said, â Letâs just watch a movie.â âReally? I thought you were going to say youâll be playing the piano.â
He was still thinking about the scene he saw in the hall.
She thought that he had forgotten about it but there he goes bringing it up again.
âDonât tell me you want to cause trouble for that person.â She stared at him with wide eyes.
That man was only a stranger to her. She didnât want him getting involved in their issues, just as she didnât want to put Yvonne in the spotlight and jeopardize her relationship with Lucas.
She could see that Lucas was prejudiced against her.
Even if she looked down on herself, how could she, an overtly self-conscious person, deserve the assistance of others?
On the other hand, Weston didnât understand her feelings and merely thought that she was defending that man. âYou just met him and youâre protecting him now?â âIâm not protecting him. I just donât want an innocent person to get involved!â Stella increased her tone, having no idea when Weston would understand. A proud man like him had long been accustomed to people making way for him. He had never known the agony of being tangled up or the agony of having no options, hence the reason he had behaved so recklessly.
He heard her loud and clear.
It was hard to guess the look that was on his face, but he repositioned himself to make her sit better in his arms. âIt seems you have lots of opinions about me.â
âI wouldnât dare.â She lowered her gaze.
He pinched her chin and forced her to look into his eyes. âYouâre quite brave when youâre complaining about me. Why donât you dare now?â His words implied that only Stella was this bold to talk in front of him. If it were others, he wouldnât have given them a chance. Not even Guinevere.
Seeing her avoiding his gaze as if she was trying to fight against him, his eyes turned cold. âDonât worry, I wonât cause trouble to that man, as long as you donât do things that anger me. I wonât make things difficult for you too,â he said, his heart softening somewhat. She clenched her fists, and frustration brewed in her heart. However, to reassure him, all she could do was to nod and agree.
âRemember your words.â