Chapter 385 Stella shut the door behind her. The flush of red on her cheeks vanished instantly.
Now, only cold indifference remained on her face.
It was now early evening. While Weston had been busy working in the bedroom, Stella herself had been poring over the script for hours. Now devoted to the art of acting, she was well aware that she had neither formal training nor any experience to speak of, so she had to rely on hard work and determination to build up her skills. Bradley Lane once told her that she possessed a unique aura. Stella didnât quite understand what he meant, but she did notice that while acting, she found it very easy to get into character and completely empathize with the character she was playing. She had gone through the scripts so many times now that she felt as if she truly inhabited that world.
She closed the script and sighed softly. Her character had noticed that everyone was paying more attention to the heroine. At first, she told herself that it was understandable that the masters focussed on the heroine since she had gone missing since she was a child. Slowly, however, she realized that the more affection they showed to the heroine, the less attention they would give her, giving rise to envy and jealousy.
It wasnât that the masters had been treating her badly, though. It was just basic human nature to feel insecure and competitive when there were rivals. This had been true since time immemorial.
Stella had to admit that this was a wellâwritten character, complex, dynamic, and multi dimensional. She was petty and disgraceful, yet her fate was sad and tragic. Meanwhile, Weston was just about to be done working for the day when his father suddenly called.
âWhere are you?â his father asked in a glum voice. Weston had never been particularly close to his father. To the outside world, Chris Ford appeared to be a loving father and Weston seemed like a devoted son, but only the two of them knew that their relationship had soured almost to the point of animosity.
As for the reason why, even Weston himself wasnât sure anymore.
âWhat do you want?â Weston asked tersely.
âDo I have to want something to call you?â answered Chris, irritated even though he did indeed want something from Weston.
He didnât like the tone Weston used. He was his father, after all. He should be able to call his own son without needing any particular reason. âIf you have something to say,â Weston replied as he massaged his temples, âthen just say it. I donât have time for your longâwinded speech.â
Weston realized that his temperature had increased, possibly because heâd been slogging like a mule all afternoon. In the past, something as trivial as a cold wouldnât faze himâhe just needed a few hours of rest and heâd be as good as new.
But it hadnât been so this time. It seemed that this cold was hitting him harder than expected. âIâve heard what happened yesterday,â Chris continued, seemingly not noticing anything wrong with Westonâs raspy voice. âWhat exactly is going on between you and Guinevere?â The Cohen family did not make too much of a fuss about Westonâs refusal to get a marriage certificate with Guinevere since it would hurt more than benefit if they forced Weston to do what he didnât want to do. But if problems arose in the relationship between Weston and Guinevere, things could get really worrisome. Weston listened quietly to his father for a while before bursting into laughter that reeked of mockery.
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âDo you still think that I have feelings for her?!â he taunted. The derision in Westonâs voice was not lost on Chris. â...but the way things stand now,â he muttered, âthere is just no turning back. In any case, just think of it as a plea from your father...â âWeston,â he added after a pause. âYou must know how damaging this would be to our family if the truth gets exposed, donât you?â Weston said nothing. âAll the things that the Fords have built through pain, sweat, and tears will be obliterated in an instant,â Chris continued.
âDoesnât that bother you? Our family will be turned into a laughing stock! And with your momâs weak heart...â âDonât drag her into this!â Weston angrily interrupted. âYou have no right to even talk about her!â