Weston worried about Stella, so much like a father worrying for a child.
While Stella went to the walk-in closet to change, he sent countless messages to her phone. It was mostly about reminding her to be safe on the road.
Stella felt helpless looking at the messages and did not reply to him. When it was about time, she drove to the office to pick Weston up.
Ben could tell that Weston was in a good mood.
When Weston arrived at the company, even the people at the front desk took a few glances at Weston.
They had always liked looking at his handsome face, but Weston seemed very approachable today.
They usually looked at him in secret, but Weston seemed less distant and cold than usual. âWhy do I feel like Mr. Ford is in love?â The receptionist could not help but laugh. âHe looks different.â After Weston entered the elevator, the others secretly discussed him. âI think so too. Itâs obvious that heâs in love.â
âBut hasnât he and the star, Guinevere, been together for years? Why has this never happened beforeâ¦â
âI donât knowâ¦â
While everyone was whispering to each other, Daisy came out. When the rest saw the presidentâs secretary appear, they immediately shut up for fear of being criticized. Daisy did not say anything but looked at Westonâs back thoughtfully.
There was some traffic on the road.
Stella arrived fifteen minutes later than expected. The two of them met at the junction of the front of the office without letting anyone see.
She watched Weston get into the car and explained, âI was supposed to arrive on time, but I didnât expect the traffic.â âI donât have high expectations for your driving skill. It doesnât matter if youâre not on time as long as you get here safely.â Stella was unhappy. âIâm a good driver. At least Iâm stable.â
Weston did not want to argue on this matter. He arched his eyebrow and said, âJust drive slowly.â
Stella seemed like she wanted to prove her skill. The road home was not crowded, but she deliberately drove quickly. Weston got into the car in a good mood, but as she drove, his face gradually turned gloomy. At last, he could not hold back anymore and pointed out her mistake in the passenger seat.â
How did you pass the driving test in the first place?â Stella pressed her lips and did not say anything.
After a short while, she refuted him.
âI was really good at driving, but I havenât driven in a long time. Maybe Iâm a little rusty. Iâll just have to practice more oftenâ¦â Weston glanced at her. âYou want to drive often with the way you drive? Let the driver do it.â âNo! Iâm an adult too! Itâs much easier to drive myself.â
Weston was not going to argue with this. âYou can drive, but only if you have a driver with you.â
âWhatâs the difference between that and the driver driving me around?â
âAnyway, youâre responsible for your own safety.â Weston took her safety very seriously, especially after the last incident. He would never let Stella be hurt again. âIf you were good at driving, I wouldnât restrict you from driving.â âWhy are you so unreasonable?â Stella stepped on the accelerator angrily.
Westonâs face turned dark. âYou canât even control your emotions while driving. Do you still want to drive?â
Stella retorted mercilessly, âDidnât you speed on the highway when you were angry the last time? Iâm just driving a little faster. Iâm not even speeding! Iâm much better than you!â âYouâ¦â Weston tugged at his collar and suddenly got a little angry. He rolled down the window and let the wind blow in from outside.