Although he was competing against Weston for the family inheritance, he did not forget his duty as an uncle in a time like this, even when it came at the expense of family ties.
At the very least, he couldnât allow anyone to get the opportunity to blame him because of such a stupid reason. Stella snapped back to attention and yelled, âThatâs enough!â
âWeston. Youâll kill him if you go on like thisâ¦â she pleaded.
Although Weston slowed down in his movements, he did not stop completely-his eyes were bloodshot and filled with fearsome rage.
Stella took a deep breath and said with her voice quivering, âDonât be like this. Iâm afraid heâll Her words finally made Weston slowly release his hands. He shook out his wrists and spoke coldly through gritted teeth at the man who was half-dead, âYou really should pray that she is fine. Otherwise, killing you a hundred times over today wouldnât be enough to make up for it.â
The manâs face was covered with blood, and he could no longer speak properly. He could only repeatedly stammer out his apologies as if traumatized by the beating, âI was wrongâ¦donât hit meâ¦â
Weston called for a staff member to bring him away. He walked towards Stella and carefully gathered her in his arms. âAre you all right?â Stella nodded, âIâm fine.â
Daisy and Chris were still behind him.
Daisy couldnât help but step forward and say in a small voice, âIâm sorry, Mr. Ford. Itâs all my fault. If it werenât for me, Ms. Steele wouldnât have gotten hurt.â
Weston didnât even bother looking up. He was only concerned with checking Stellaâs body for wounds.
âSince you know that youâre trouble, then clean up your mess quickly. I donât want to see this man around any longer.â Daisyâs eyes shifted as if she understood what he meant. âI will clean things up well.â He did not give her so much as a glance throughout their conversation. Instead, he simply hauled Stella up in his arms and left.
Daisyâs eyes were filled with hurt, and she made a move to follow behind them, but she felt a sudden weight on her shoulders.
She turned back and looked into a pair of curious eyes.
Chris looked straight into her eyes as his own narrowed, âYou rejected me not because of that man just now, not because of work, and not because of any other reason⦠do you fancy Weston?â
Daisy flung his arm away and cried, âDonât talk nonsensel Mr. Ford is my boss. How could I have such thoughts about him? Iâm not one to seek office romance!â She reacted strongly, vastly different from her usual calm and composed manner. His words were like a pebble rippling through a quiet and calm lake.
As much as she vehemently denied it, what else was there for Chris not to comprehend? He chuckled and wiped the blood off his first. âThereâs no need for you to deny it. I know a woman in love when I see one.â He looked slightly disappointed. âI didnât expect this at all. Just now, what I did to stand up for you hardly gained your favor. Yet, Westonâs behavior was enough to break your heart and make you miserable.â âI really donâtâ¦â Daisy felt helpless. She still wanted to explain herself, but Chris clearly did not believe her. âSince you claim that you donât like him, prove it to me.â Daisy tightened her grip on the bottom hem of her shirt. âHow do you want me to prove it to you?â âYou know what I want.â
Chris bent over and whispered something into her ear. His voice was low and hoarse as he coaxed her.
He saw the ice in Daisyâs eyes melting, and the satisfaction of a predator conquering a prey emerged in his heart.
He finally managed to get his hands on a woman who had been difficult to deal with from the start.
Nothing else could beat such a feeling of accomplishment for a predator like him.