âWould you not defend your own woman?â Weston Ford asked him in return.
Xavier Ford did a double-take and chuckled. âWell, of course, Iâm nice to my own ladies. Anyone whoâs dated me always ends up grateful they had me. Weâre men, arenât we? Magnanimity and generosity are our charms, butâ¦â
Turning towards Weston in amusement, he asked, âIs your woman like the one I had?â
Weston said nothing, watching silently as Stella Sealey finally found the right posture. She practiced repeatedly until she finally learned the technique Weston taught her.
His gaze turned distant as if reminiscing some emotion he wanted to keep repressed, but the opposite seemed to be happening instead.
âSheâs not all that different,â he admitted.
Back at the pool table, Stella had just got her posture right, and she picked up a few balls to test her strikes from a different angle. She focussed, placing all her attention on her cue, and struck-but the distribution of her strike was still a little scattered, and the balls rolled away slowly-she managed to send some into the pockets, but it wasnât nearly as quick as when Weston guided her hands.
It was only after a long, diligent sortie of tries that she finally got the handles, eventually managing to strike fast, straight balls. Beads of sweat dotted her brow as she found enjoyment and fulfillment. With a smile on her face, she turned⦠and found a pair of bewitching eyes looking at her-it seemed Weston had been watching her for a while, for god knows how long. Her smile faded a little, and she tried to play dumb while wiping her sweat.
âWhat are you getting nervous about?â The man watched her even as he took a sip of his wine.
Stella shook her head. âIâm not nervous.â
âWhy look away if youâre not?â Stella paused and quickly looked him in the eye. âIâm not looking away.â
With that, man and woman locked gazes, neither one backing down. Westonâs cool, piercing gaze seemed to penetrate the soul. No one would dare to lie to eyes like those.
Moments later, he chuckled in amusement while licking his lips. âYouâre quite stubborn,â he said as he leaned in to kiss the corner of his lips. âThat was good. Now, letâs teach you something else.â Stellaâs eyes sparkled, and she suddenly appeared docile before Weston. Sensing her eagerness, he lowered his gaze at her. âDo you like it?â âIt is quite interesting.â
The manâs lips curled up unwittingly. âLetâs try again.â Stella appeared surprised, however, and she shook her head. âForget it.â
âWhy?â
âWe might run into someone we knowâ¦â she answered very quietly.
Studying her face, Weston could see that she was nervous, and it left him a little upset.
âDonât worry. As long as youâre with me, no one would say anything against you,â he said and wrapped his hands around her again to teach her another new technique. âI wonât let anyone lay a finger on you-
trust me. Alright?â
He kept his voice low, promising her beside her ear. Stella knew that any lady would get emotional by his loving words. However, she was perfectly aware that she was a secret lover.
Hence, the more promises he offered, the more ironic it would sound to her. After all, wasnât he the one who hurt her the most? If he had not forced her to stay with her, she wouldnât even be worrying that she would be recognized.