âYouâre not the same,â Stella answered subconsciously. Seeing that the manâs expression changed, she changed the subject. âWhere are you taking me?â
âSince you have nothing to do this afternoonâ¦â He lifted his hands and put her hair behind her ears as he stared at her red lips.
He leaned closer and bit gently on her lips once more before saying, âThen stay with me.â
She had never thought Weston would bring her to see his friends so openly.
The intermittent clattering of billiard balls could be heard at the pool hall, breaking the otherwise placid atmosphere.
There werenât many people there, but one look revealed that these were brilliant people.
The minute the two ster ped inside, a young walter came forward. âMr. Ford.
o waiter came forward (Mr Insid lease follow TOLU. UL. LULU me.â
Stella followed Weston, confused. It wasnât until he brought her to meet a familiar face that she understood why she was there. âDid you bring her?â Xavier shot a ball into the hole and straightened up before slowly approaching him and assessing her. She met his gaze and instantly recalled him as the man whoâd left the girl on the highway.
When she saw that the girl was in the same mess as her, she had brought her back to the city. Xavier remembered Stella. He wasnât shocked that Weston brought her there, but he was confused.
Weston had never brought a woman to venues like this. He had brought Guinevere before, but that was because she was one of the players.
âThis isâ¦â Xavier looked at her.
Weston stepped in front of her and blocked his view. âElle.â
That was all he said as he didnât plan to introduce more about her to him.
Xavier smiled, able to tell that Weston had an unusual possessiveness over the girl. He restrained his usual condescending look and stretched out his hand to Stella. âIâm Westonâs uncle, Xavier. Weâve met.â âI remember. You left a deep impression on me.â âThis was a woman with a strong sense of self-
protection,â Xavier secretly commented in his heart.
âYou and Weston are?â he asked on purpose.
He didnât look at Weston, and instead, looked at Stella.
She paused for a while before saying, âA friend.â Right after she finished speaking, she could feel a gaze on her. Without turning, she already knew who that was.
But she felt like she hadnât said anything wrong.
They were friends in the eyes of others, and she couldnât possibly tell him that she was Westonâs lover, could she?
Xavier was his uncle, so he knew about him and Guinevere. He had deliberately asked the question to make a joke out of her.
Stella honestly had no good feelings towards the Ford family.
Xavier grew up with a bunch of women, so he knew their emotions and attitudes.
He knew that Stella didnât like him, so he kept his mouth shut and focused on his aim on the cue.