Chapter 475: Chapter 476

Stella looked at the fruit punch before her and shook her head. “I would like some wine, too.” He furrowed his brows, “Are you not aware of the state of your stomach? Forget about even touching any alcohol.” This time around, Stella decided to be disobedient and insisted, “I’ll just take a sip. Yours looks really good…” He ignored her and picked up his glass of champagne, sipping on it before placing it back on the glass counter. He reached out to unbutton the top two buttons of his shirt and leaned back leisurely That simple action revealed his collarbones and effectively lent a wicked and unruly aura to the originally formal-looking shirt. “If you want it, come and get it yourself.” His brow arched as he looked at Stella challengingly, “If you get it, it’s yours.”

Stella knew that he was provoking her, but it successfully incited the streak of competitiveness in her.

She stood up, walked towards him, and was about to snatch the glass of champagne away when Weston grabbed it in the nick of time. As Stella stretched her arms towards it, Weston grabbed her waist and pulled her into his embrace.

“Throwing yourself at me?”

Stella shrieked instinctively the moment she found that she had landed in his arms.

She looked at him in slight shock as Weston looked back at her provocatively, “Hmm?” Stella pursed her lips and said, “You’re really very different from how you were in the past.”

Weston lifted her chin, his interest piqued at her comment. “Tell me. How am I different?”

Stella shook her head and smiled. “I can’t recall the details. I guess people change with time.”

Weston wasn’t pleased with her half-hearted answer. “Don’t try to evade my question.”

Stella tried hard to remember the past.

Not the past during which she was married to Weston, but even earlier, when she had met Weston in school Like all the other girls in school, she had been struck by Weston’s impressive and attractive aura She was certain that she had never seen any man like he was since then.

Perhaps people were naturally drawn to people of superiority. Despite being disappointed in him, she had to admit that Weston bad what it takes to command respect and admiration.

“In the past, you wouldn’t be as…not serious as you were just now.” She thought about it and finally gave her assessment.

Weston sat silent for a moment, not expecting her to say something like that. Instead of getting angry, he chuckled and pulled her onto his lap, “Did I seem very serious to you in the past?”

Naturally, it did not occur to him that Stella was referring to the period when he was studying.

He thought she was referring to him as being serious when married.

“It seems my behavior then was so dissatisfactory that you hold a grudge to this day.”

Stella knew at once that he had misunderstood what she said. Her brows furrowed as she pushed him away. “I’m not talking about you.” His face darkened. “Who else are you talking about, if not me?”

He lifted Stella’s chin, “Have I ever mentioned that I don’t like you talking about other men?”

Stella pursed her lips and said after a moment, “Fine, I shan’t say any further.”

Her pliant attitude made Weston even more unhappy.

The more she evaded his questions, the more he felt she had something to hide from him.

“Were you with any other men before me?”