Weston looked at her.
He clearly saw the excitement in her eyes, but here she was, rejecting it. âTry it if you like it,â he persuaded while holding her hands.
âYes! Try it if you like it!â the salesperson hastily added.â See how it looks on your finger! You have such fair skin and your fingers and long and sleek. Iâm sure itâll look amazing on you! It will bring out your skin tone like nothing else would!â
Stella gritted her teeth and rejected her, âIâm not young anymore, and pink is not a good color for meâ¦â
âHow are you not young?â Weston caressed her head and found her words hilarious. âWhat are you if not young?â
He held her hand and directly slipped the ring on her finger. The saleswoman could clearly sense the hesitation in Stella, probably because she saw the price tag and didnât want to burden the man with such an exorbitant amount. . However, the man looked wealthy and would probably not hesitate to buy such an expensive ring for her.
The saleswoman was filled with envy at that thought.
âItâs worth every penny indeed! You look great wearing this ring, and pink brings out your skin tone very well! Sir, you have excellent taste!â
The saleswoman had a hidden meaning in her praise: Not only did Weston have an eye for picking rings, but he also had good taste in women, too.
Weston smiled as he turned to Stella. âDo you like it? If you do, letâs get it.â
Stellaâs brows furrowed , but she quickly recovered and shook her head with a smile, âI donât really like this piece She tried to sound as casual as she could.
Weston stared at her and reached out to caress her head.â Do you not like this piece in particular, or do you not like rings in general?â Instead of responding directly to him, Stella turned around and headed to another display cabinet, âLetâs look at bracelets instead.â
Westonâs eyes darkened as he looked on at her from the back.
* At that moment, the saleswoman was struck by his cold and distant aura. She was suddenly worried about having done or said something wrong.
However, Weston immediately collected himself and walked toward Stella. He put his arm around her shoulders and said, âPick something you like.â He suddenly figured out it wasnât that Stella didnât want that ring, but rather, she didnât want him to buy a ring for her.
Both of them kept the unspoken chemistry between them.
After that interlude , they were no longer in the mood to continue shopping. The prices of those jewelry pieces were like peanuts for Weston and was no big deal to him.
In the car.
He wore a thin white silver bracelet on Stellaâs wrist.
Although it wasnât a ring, at least her hand was no longer bare, and it looked much better to him.
Stella stuck her hand out and let him tinker with the bracelet on her wrist.
Upon seeing that he could not fasten the bracelet, she couldnât help but remind him, âYou havenât unlocked the clasp.â
. Weston lowered his head and gave the bracelet a better look, finally noticing a tiny clasp on it. His hands were used to making critical and pivotal Chapter 500 decisions. A simple signature on a document was enough to bankrupt or resurrect a company.
That hand that could change oneâs destiny, however, was unable to deal with a tiny bracelet. ·
Weston coughed.
However, he quickly got the hang of things and managed to figure out how to adjust the bracelet to a suitable length and fasten it on Stellaâs wrist.
âWe didnât manage to find a ring you like. Next time, Iâll hire a dedicated designer to design one for you.
What would you like?â