She gradually tightened her grip on the door frame and shook her head. âI didnât hear anything at all.â
One thing for sure-someone had dirt on Weston.
And that someone was his father.
No matter what kind of secret existed between them, it was one that rendered both father and son helpless.
Weston, however, didnât believe her.
Perhaps Stella had heard something but acted like she didnât because she didnât want to cause trouble.
Even if she stood there and listened to the entire thing, he knew that she would never find out about the truth.
Without thinking much, he walked in front of her and carried her. She let out a scream when she felt that her legs were lifted off the ground and both her hands went wrapped around his arm. âWhat do you want to do?â âYou look like youâre bored. Why donât we do something fun.â
She didnât know what he meant by âfun,â but her instinct told her that it wasnât anything good.
Seeing that he was walking in the direction of the bedroom, she asked anxiously, âYou promised me before that you wouldnât force me when it comes to this. What are you doing?â As if he didnât hear her objections, he continued walking to the bedroom. When they were near the door, he suddenly stopped in his tracks and looked at the woman in his arms with a half-smile.
Before she could grasp what he meant, he suddenly turned in the opposite direction and walked towards the kitchen.
She was taken aback for a while, a bit mad, when she realized that he was playing with her.â Do you think this is funny?â He ignored her and carried her directly to his study. This room used to be a forbidden place for Stella. If there was nothing important, she would never go in and disturb him.
Weston basically did all his work stuff inside. Although he was barely at home, his files were inside the room, and she didnât dare to go in, fearing that she might accidentally lose something and cause him trouble.
Perhaps he never cared about her thoughtful actions. The room, painted in black and white, was frigid as it was extraordinarily quiet.
Several books lay on the huge desk, with his computer at the middle. He put her on the leather couch beside the table. When she was on the couch, she immediately curled herself into a ball and looked at him in confusion.
He gently caressed her hair and put a blanket over her before handing her a tablet. âDo whatever you like.â
Stella didnât fully understood what he meant, but he was already sitting down at the table working. âDo you want me to sit here and watch you work?â He glanced at her and asked, âDonât you have any other things to do?â She understood what he meant and didnât say a word. He wanted her to accompany him while he worked She shook her head and said, âCan you give me an earphone? I donât want to disturb you.â âThereâs no need.â He interrupted her. âYou can just play it out loud. I wonât get disturbed.â She pursed her lips and remembered how she used to lighten her footstep every time she passed the door when he was inside the room.
But now he was letting her play it out loud. Her lips curled into a mocking smile, and she used the tablet to cover her face, not letting him see the sneer on her face.
The two spent the day quietly inside the room. Stella went on a movie binge, running through each one as she fast forwarded them at double speed. Sometimes she would simply watch the synopsis. Weston would glance at her from time to time, and after confirming that she was sitting there, he would turn back to work When he realized it, it was already afternoon. He looked at the time before asking, âAre you hungry yet?â She gave no reply.