Stella had to hold back her emotions to not kick him. She said coldly, âHeâs the director. Iâm just an actr ess. I canât avoid seeing him. How can you be so unreasonable?â
âWell, Iâm just unreasonable.â He picked up a strand of loose hair on her shoulder and played with it bet ween his fingers.
The two of them were so close. When they spoke, the heat brushed against their ears.
The distance made Stella feel oppressed.
She took a deep breath and tried to calm down. âIâll speak to Bradley after this. Iâll tell him that Iâm going home first because Iâm not feeling well...â
âGood.â Weston lowered his voice and whispered into her ears,â
Thatâs my good girl.â
When their dance was about to end, a person who looked like an assistant walked over in a hurry. He looked like he wanted to say something.
Stella could tell he was looking for Weston, but he could not make it too obvious. The man stopped and said, âThereâs someone over there looking for you.â
Weston frowned and looked at him.
That man immediately said, âSir, Ben called about an urgent matter.â
He instinctively glanced in Guinevereâs direction and lowered his head at once.
Weston had taken a long time to train his team of assistants. They were all capable at work and very lo yal.
Stella understood it and said sarcastically, âLooks like sheâs panicking.â
Weston suddenly held her shoulders. âDo you think Iâd let someone control me?â
âI donât think so, but sheâs going to freak out if you continue to ignore her call...â
Stella glanced at Guinevere from a distance. She found it ironic to see Guinevere constantly making ph one calls frantically.
After she said that, she pushed Weston away and wanted to leave. However, he gripped her hand tightly and refused to let go.
âStella...â
Stella shook his hand away. âYou should take care of your business. Iâll speak to Bradley and meet you
in the car.â
Weston paused a little and looked at her. He urged, âDonât go anywhere.â
Stella turned to leave without answering him.
Weston watched her leave and unbuttoned his cuffs with a slight headache. After that, on the balcony. There was hardly anyone around.
When the call finally connected , Guinevereâs voice became a little agitated.
âHello? Weston! Where are you...â
âWhatâs wrong?â His voice was as cold as ever.
Guinevere then realized that she was overly agitated. She took a deep breath and calmed down. âIâm fin âYou sounded in such a hurry. I thought you had something urgent.â Westonâs voice was soft and slow. H the railing and looked out at the distant scenery.
At the same time, the music on the dance floor came softly.
When he closed his eyes, the image of Stella running away filled his mind.
Guinevere seemed to have heard the music from the other end. She frowned . âWhy is there music over there ?â It sounded so similar to the music at her side.
An absurd thought gradually formed in her mind. She could not get the absurd idea out of her mind. She not calm down.
Her voice trembled. âDid you come to the partyââ It was a question, but there was no tone of doubt.
âI donât remember needing to report my schedule to you.â Weston cut her off softly, âIf thereâs nothing else, Iâll hang up now.â
âWait! Weston!â Guinevere stopped him at once and clenched her fists. âAre you still not over Stella...â s freeze.
Stellaâs name had always been taboo between them. Guinevere would not have asked the question unless she was pushed to the verge.
She knew things between her and Weston would change once she brought the topic of Stella up