Weston sat silently for a moment as displeasure spread across his face. âWhatâs that got to do with you?â
Daisy expected such a response from him.
A moment of silence later, she asked hesitatingly, âThen Ms. Guinevereâ¦â âThis is not something that you should be meddling in,â Weston suddenly turned to look at her with the authority of a person used to being in a place of power. âDaisy, donât try to act smart. You know what you should and shouldnât do.â
âI know. I wonât tell Ms. Cohenâ¦â Perhaps it was because of what happened today that she felt that the distance between herself and both men had shrunk Thus, she gathered courage and asked, âMr. Ford, you fancy Ms. Steele more, right?â She knew she was being a nosy parker and was ready to face Westonâs wrath. To her surprise, he simply looked at her with a half-smile and said casually, âWhy canât she tell something that even you can?â It didnât take much to figure out who Weston was referring to.
Daisy realized that Weston would bother reacting to her only when she was talking about Ella.
She continued talking about her, âDoes Ms. Steeleâ¦know about Ms. Cohenâs existence?â
Westonâs face suddenly turned cold as he turned to her sharply. âWhat do you think?â
He didnât even intend to talk to this woman, butâ¦
Weston shut his eyes, but he couldnât shake off the image of Stella trying hard to hide her repulsion of him. He really wanted to know exactly how women thought.
Daisy was slightly taken aback at Westonâs question, but she answered anyway. âItâs different for every woman⦠I donât know what Ms. Steele thinks, but if you wish to know, you should ask her personally.â
âGiven her character, she would never give me an honest answer.â
The corner of Westonâs lips lifted sardonically, âTell me. What exactly do you ladies want?â
âI donât know about other women, but if it were meâ¦â
Daisyâs face suddenly turned downcast, âI just want a stable relationship, I suppose. Someone to love me and dote on me, and not simply wanting to use me.â Her voice turned softer as she spoke, as if realizing that she was revealing too much of her vulnerabilities to Weston. Her eyes turned slightly red.
Weston didnât think too much of it and instead started chewing on her words.
Did he not dote on Stella enough? Did he not love her enough?
He had never indulged a woman so much in his entire life.
Not even Guinevere.
Daisy went on, âEvery woman desires a relationship she can call her own, but not every woman has the fortune of encountering one.â She smiled bitterly, âAfter so many years with him if it werenât for his many affairs with other women, things wouldnât have ended like thisâ¦â Weston looked up at her, âDo women care a lot about such things?â Daisy was slightly stunned at his question and felt slightly helpless as she counter-questioned him, âThink about it this way. If Ms. Steele or Ms. Cohen were to behave like this with other men, I suppose you wonât feel good about it, would you?â Weston knew that he would never allow Stella to behave that way.
He abhorred even the thought of men looking at Stella for a moment longer. As for Guinevere, he had never considered the question with respect to her. If she were to find herself happier with another man, he would be happy to give them his blessings.
Weston even thought that it was all for the better. Chris was back once he ended his call. The moment he returned, he realized something was off between the two of them. âWhat did you two talk about while I was away?â
Daisy remained silent as she subconsciously threw a glance at Weston. Chris put his arm around her shoulders, his long fingers carelessly tapping her arm. It was an unspoken warning. Daisy retracted her gaze, keeping her silence as she sipped on her glass.