Angelina wanted to tell Stella about the car, but she left in a hurry.
As Angelina stared at her back, she was a little puzzled.â Why is she running so quickly as if a ghost is
chasing her?â
At the junction.
The minute Stella got inside the car, she heard the manâs deep voice asking, âDid you have fun?â She p ut the bag on the seat and looked outside the window.
Seeing that Angelina didnât follow her, she sighed a breath of relief. âDidnât I tell you that Iâll get a cab home? What if my colleagues see you?â
Her tone was filled with accusatory vibes.
The manâs eyebrows scrunched into a frown, and he shifted his gaze away from the documents in his hands and focused on her. âDo you think Iâll let you take a taxi back? Do you know how much news thereâs been recently? Your security awareness is so poor...â
âThen let me drive to work,â Stella interrupted him.
After the words were released, the temperature in the car immediately dropped.
The two had locked horns, with none willing to step back.
After a moment of silence, Weston put aside the documents and rubbed his forehead as he said, âIâm too tired
to fight with you.â
He then pulled her to sit on him. âStella , let me lean on you for a while.â
She realized how bad her attitude was earlier. She was just thinking about how to apologize , when she realized that he had let it go.
She sighed and put her hands on her knees. âI was a little anxious just now because I am scared that people would know. Iâm sorry. I shouldnât talk to you like that.â
Weston caressed her hair but didnât say a word.
But Stella understood what he was trying to say. After a pause, she turned to him and lowered her head to kiss him.
Now, she seemed to have found a way to calm him down. Sure enough, the manâs eyes instantly softened.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned on him as she whispered beside his ears, âI just donât want to cause you unnecessary trouble.â
âItâs never trouble when it comes to you.â
He stared into her eyes. âWhen have I ever resented you?â
She smiled and said, âYou never did...â
He lifted his hand and flicked her on the forehead, âAt least you still have a heart.â
Stella didnât say a word but lowered her eyes as she tried to savor the silence they had.
After a while, she seemed to remember something.â What should I do at the gala?â
âSo, now you remember me when you need my help?â.
She leaned her head on his chest and said, âI bought a dress earlierâ¦â
âReally?â He glanced at the bag on the side and said,â Wear it and let me see later.â
At Stardust Mansion.
Weston had never been interested in womenâs clothes, but he frowned as he watched Stella wear the lig âThis is your fashion taste?â
It seemed he really disagreed with her aesthetics.
She had a beautiful figure, yet sheâd keep wrapping herself up tight.
He knew she feared the cold, and heâd barely seen her wearing such formal dresses.
The cutting was simple, and the light gold suited her tone, but that was all to it.
It was an ordinary dress, but it looked attractive on her. With her black hair hanging free behind her back Weston closed up to her from behind and placed his hands on her waist. His voice sounded hoarse sud âDo I look good?â she asked as she nodded.