Weston whipped out his own phone and swiped through it, but Guinevereâs post was not visible from his account. He chuckled coolly as a horrible glare appeared in his eyes. Beside him, Ben was sweating bullets-he had almost never seen such a reaction from Weston before. âMr. Fordâ¦â
âPostpone all appointments for the day. Weâre paying the film crew a visit.â
âButâ¦â Ben could not help trying to dissuade Weston.
âYou might upset Miss Cohenâ¦â âCanât you tell that sheâs doing this on purpose?â Westonâs expression turned darker. Ben promptly lowered his head. âI mean⦠Youâre going to draw a lot of attention if you suddenly show up for Ella Steeleâs sake, and she wouldnât want that to happenâ¦â And that was the truth.
Weston closed his eyes, remembering that dignity and reputation mattered more than anything else to Stella. The fact that he had forced her to stay with him was no different from taking away her wings, and if everyone realized that she was his, he could imagine how embarrassed she would be.
He just could not get it-why would she keep those unnecessary moral codes? What was going on between them was common in society, and there was so much he could give her, and yet she refused everything.
âI donât want to see her get hurt again,â Weston growled as if to himself, suddenly opening his eyes again. Ben watched his reaction and quietly sighed.
Although he was Westonâs longest serving assistant and one of his most loyal subordinates, he had no idea who Weston was actually more interested in-Guinevere or Stella.
In the case of the former, aside from being in her company out of courtesy, Weston appeared to have no intention of lingering around her unnecessarily.
And yet, in the case of the latter, Weston was reluctant to even make her his legitimate partner -even on the most elementary level.
Given what Ben knew about Weston, he was never one who willingly went with his familyâs arrangements, and yet his marriage to Guinevere was not a simple marriage of convenience between the Cohens and the Fords either.
Naturally, Ben just could not understand why the legendary king of commerce, known for being decisive and inspiring fear among the masses, would be so terrible in relationships.
***
After trying and failing countless times, Stella poised herself again and asked Bradley, âReady for another round?â
At first, Bradley thought that it was ideal to have Stella make it through the sequence as soon as possible, but as he studied her condition, he could not help suggesting, âYou should take a break. Donât rush things.â âNo, I think Iâm getting the hang of it,â Stella replied, wiping sweat off her brow. âLetâs go again-Iâll make it this time!â
Hearing her say that, Bradley naturally nodded. âDonât push yourself. Just do what you can.â
âYeah.â Stella grinned. âI know my limits.â
Just as she finished, her assistant held out a bottle of water at her. âPlease have a drink first.â
Stella took the bottle and slowly drank up half of it, before returning it to her assistant and said, âThanks.â Nearby, Guinevere was watching them, her initial catharsis having since faded. She had wanted to watch as âElla Steeleâ made a fool of herself, only for everyone to offer a helping hand.
That was something she simply could not understand-was everyone taking pity on her just because she appeared delicate?
âWhat a pretentious woman,â she thought to herself. In fact, she had never liked Ella, and now actually felt disgust toward her. It was not just her face either-Ellaâs very existence annoyed Guinevere!