Chapter 446: Chapter 447

“Here you go.” Ben immediately handed the files to him.

Stardust Mansion.

Roger had a lot of documents relating to his application to study abroad. Stella made a copy of some important information. She had a lot of things to ask Weston later, which was why she acted so affectionate with him earlier.

As she went through the documents, she found a very difficult problem.

Weston helped resolve the issue of Roger and her identity. If Roger wanted to go abroad, they would need Weston’s help.

Stella sighed. After she made the preparations for her work tomorrow, she checked the time. Since it was about time, she sent Weston a message. (What time are you coming back tonight?] Weston was in the car. He just went to see a client and was on his way back to the company. He leaned back in the car and closed his eyes to rest. When he saw Stella’s message, he replied almost instantly.

[Soon. About an hour and a half.]

Stella thought about it and sent her reply. (Why don’t I pick you up?] There was no reply from him for a long time. Stella thought he did not see it. When she was about to call him, Weston finally replied to her text. It was just a punctuation mark-a question mark. Weston’s face remained expressionless, but his emotions were in a turmoil. After a short pause, he called Stella directly. The call connected quickly.

The man’s low voice came through the phone. “What do you mean?”

“I want to come and pick you up. Can’t you read the text?” “You know I’m not asking about that… Why would you suddenly think of picking me up?” Weston reminded her, “I have a driver.” “I know, but that’s not the same. Haven’t I ever picked you up from work?” The man shut his eyes and leaned back in the leather seat. His throat moved a little. “I’m a man, Stella.” “So? Can’t a man be picked up and dropped off?” Stella found his logic funny. “Haven’t you driven me to the training center before?”

“It’s not the same.”

“I don’t think it’s different… Forget it. I won’t go if you don’t want me to.” Stella pretended like she was about to end the call.

Just as she expected, Weston stopped her. “Wait.”

Stella deliberately sounded hesitant while asking, “What’s the matter?” She heard the man on the other end laugh helplessly. It seemed like he compromised. “Can you drive?” “Are you looking down on me?”

“Why don’t you let the driver drive? You can come in the car.”

“That’s insincere and meaningless. Why don’t you just come back yourself, then.”

Weston furrowed his brow. “I’m worried about you on the road.” “I’ll be fine. I’m good at driving.”

(C Weston could not win against her argument. He had anticipated it too. “Pick a safer car. There are plenty in the garage. If yoạ’re not sure, ask the driver.”

“I know. I’ll pick you up safely.” “Okay. Then I’ll wait for you at the office.” After hanging up the phone, Weston thought for a moment and sent Stella the full address of his office.

Stella replied to his text with a series of ellipses. Westo