Chapter 473: Chapter 474

Stella’s lips were still bright red from the kiss, clearly showcasing Weston’s violence and voracity.

Her words were obviously overflowing with biting sarcasm, but they were also undeniably flattering.

Stella was an intelligent woman, something that was plain to see, judging by her recent behavior. She now knew exactly what to do and say to manipulate Weston into getting what she wanted.

Weston saw through every bit of this, but he seemed powerless to oppose it. She, too, knew about this, which was why she had been so bold in testing his limits. He sighed lightly and kissed the corner of her lips. “How many times do I have to tell you, Stella? You can always ask for my help whenever you’re in trouble. I meant every word I said.” “I know, I know… I’ll definitely remember that.” Though her words were reaffirming, the tone of her voice was dull and flat. The problem regarding Guinevere couldn’t be easier to resolve, especially because she didn’t dare to cause another rift between herself and Weston, at least for now. Besides, the kidnapper had just died, so no matter what happened, she wouldn’t have the audacity to confront Weston, fearing it might raise suspicion.

Thus, all Weston had to do was intimidate her a little, after which she gave in completely and even promised Bradley Lane herself that she would shoot the rest of the film without causing any more trouble.

Weston pushed a strand of Stella’s hair behind her ear and whispered, “I’m free this afternoon. Want to go somewhere?”

“Nope.” She shook her head. “Just take me anywhere you like.” “Are you sure?” he chuckled softly. “So as long as I’m with you, you can go anywhere?” She clearly didn’t mean it that way. Although he was the one so eager to twist the meaning of her words, she still did not argue with him. She just pouted a little and leaned gently on his shoulder “So what is that’s true?” she asked, “Wouldn’t that make you happy?” Weston turned silent. His eyes turned dark and stormy, looking as if they were going to swallow Stella whole.

She knew he was always completely defenseless against her spontaneous flirts. As expected, he pinched her waist hard, displaying the turmoil she had just created inside him.

“Do you know what you’re saying?” he asked, his voice so husky it sounded more like a growl.

Stella suddenly listed her head and planted a kiss on his Adam’s apple.

“I know,” she murmured. She gazed at him with eyes burning with desire, just as the old Stella that Weston knew used to do. He looked back at her. She was still the same Stella whose heart belonged to him alone after all… He swallowed. He went in and gave her a wild and passionate kiss, himself almost losing all control…

“I don’t want to go anywhere,” he whispered into her ear. “I just want to do it in the car, then at home, then in bed…”

“Stop it!” Stella giggled and hit him playfully. “Don’t be ridiculous!”

They were now at The Dog House’s entrance. Since it was the most exciting club in Fern City, it was the place you would come to when you didn’t know where to go. It never failed to bring all sorts of surprises.

The last time Stella was here, she was with Yvonne. But now, her husband Lucas had absolutely forbidden her to visit such a place, which Stella found to be a shame. They had just stepped out of the car when someone immediately came up to greet them. For someone of Weston’s stature, it was unsurprising that he got recognized anywhere he went and was always treated like a VIP. “Please come this way, Mr. Ford.”

Weston looked at Stella. He said nothing, but she knew instantly what he meant. He was asking if she would prefer the VIP entrance or the one everybody else used. After some consideration, she told him, “Let’s go to the private lounge.”