Weston suddenly recalled something and chuckled softly. âI almost forgot that Roger mentioned it before. Youâre good at dancing.
Youâve won many international awards too. Dancing should be a piece of cake for you.â
Stella said nothing and was very nervous.
Weston wanted to help her relax. âFocus on the dance. The music has changed.â
Before Stella knew it, she realized that the gentle and long music had suddenly become passionate. The palm around her waist suddenly tightened its force.
She subconsciously followed Westonâs steps as he led the dance. Soon, they attracted a lot of attentio n.
âWho is he? Where did he come from?â
âI donât know. He even has a mask! Whyâs he being so mysterious?â
âHeâs probably the mysterious guest tonight...â
âReally? Did the organizer set this up? If heâs the mysterious guest, why is he dancing with her...â
âI donât know... Whoâs that woman anyway?â
âThereâs no way sheâs just a simple actor. She has so many men protecting her.
Her real identity canât be this simple.â
Guinevere also looked this way.
It was no surprise that everyoneâs eyes would focus on Guinevere as she danced with her partner, and it was not surprising for them to be momentarily distracted to gloat at othersâ mistakes.
However, she soon noticed that someone on the other side of the room was stealing everyoneâs attention from her.
The people were genuinely admiring the other pairâs dance.
Guinevereâs dance step gradually stopped. Her partner looked at her strangely. âWhatâs wrong? Did I do something wrong...â
Guinevere stopped dancing. âItâs not that. I donât feel like dancing anymore.â
âAre you tired? Letâs take a short break.â
Guinevere suddenly became very irritated and impatient. She pushed him away and kept staring at the
masked man. He gave her a very familiar feeling...
Guinevereâs expression was turning uglier. It seemed like she had recognized him, but she found it unbelievable. She walked to the side and took out her phone to call Weston.
The phone rang for a long time, but no one answered.
Guinevere took a deep breath. Her hands were trembling. It was impossible! How could he be Weston?!
How could Weston appear in a mask and come to an event like this?! How could he dance with Ella...
That woman was Ella, not Stella!
Besides, Weston had never seen Ella since they met at Yvonneâs place. How could they suddenly get together?
Guinevere tried to convince herself. While consoling herself, she finally realized that her hands were shaking violently.
She could not make a second call.
After a long time, Ben picked up the call. âMs. Cohen, whatâs the matter?â
âWhere is Weston now?â she asked straightforwardly. âI have something to tell him.â
âIâm sorry. Mr. Ford is attending to some business. Heâll be back soon... Do you have a message for him âTell him right away! I have something important to ask him.â
âYes, please wait a moment...â
Guinevere ended the call angrily. Then, she waited for Benâs reply.
The masked man couldnât be Weston! That was definitely not him!
Stella noticed Guinevereâs reaction. Then, she turned to the masked man and finally noticed his attire.
It was his usual black suit for work.
The gilt cufflinks revealed his extraordinary status. His mask was specially made and had covered almost his entire face.
No one could see the handsome face behind the mask. They could only see his tall and strong stature.
Even so, they could sense the powerful aura around him.
Besides, his attire seemed to go well with Stellaâs red dress.