Weston put away his phone, leaned over slightly, and with one shot, he cleared the table directly.
Xavier was stunned and immediately clapped his hands.â Your skills are unmatched.â
He walked to him, looked at the scene in front of him, and sighed, âAre you determined to win a meal from me?â
Weston didnât say a word but walked to the bar and took a sip of the champagne. The white sportswear highlighted his tall figure and flexed the tight muscles on his arms.
The waitress on the side stared at him a few times, then quickly looked away, feeling a blush creep on her face.
Whenever Weston came, it would be a feast for their eyes.
Usually, the men who came there were middle-aged, fat, and disgusting. Men with charming faces like Weston often stood out from the crowd and attracted attention.
Weston leaned against the bar, took out his phone, and glanced at it again. On the screen, it was shown that Stella was walking in the corridor with another man, who seemed to be her colleague.
He thought of the male voice that had suddenly interrupted his conversation with Stella earlier, and his eyes darkened slightly.
From the picture, both were keeping their distance.
But the manâs hands were on her cheek, as if trying to fix her hair.
The action was so loving.
And Stella didnât even push him away.
After taking a few more glances, he deleted the photo and threw his phone on the table, making a loud noise.
The waitress on the side was startled by him and straightened up quickly, not daring to breathe out loud.
On the other side, Xavier took a shot, and the black billiard ball rolled to the other side, missing the hole.
He hissed and raised his head, only to see Westonâs gloomy face. âShouldnât you be happy I missed it?
Why the long face?â Ignoring him, Weston grabbed a towel, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and threw it aside. âYou can play on your own. Iâll get going.â
âWait! Where are you going?â Xavier put the snooker cue aside and followed him. âWe just started not long ago, yet youâre bored already? Is there something bothering you?â
Weston pushed him away and said, âDonât try to get any words out of me. I know what youâre thinking.â
Xavier chuckled. âYouâre still mad about last time?â
He playfully shoved Westonâs shoulder and said, âIâm your uncle; canât I say a few words about you?
Itâs not like Iâm stopping you from looking for women outside.â
Weston shot him a glance and took off the wrist gear.
Seeing this, Xavier instantly backed away. âFine. I know you love that woman. We wonât talk about her anymore, okay?â
Fascination was written all over his eyes as he stared at Weston. Stella was indeed different to him.
Because of her, he had received a beating from Weston last time.
Although there was competition between both, they rarely spoke about it. They were frenemies, as one would say. Yet that was the first time Weston had fought with him for another person. âDonât blame me for not reminding youâ Zacharyâs birthday party is coming soon. Iâm pretty sure the Cohen family is up to something. You should hide your precious Ella. Otherwise, there will be trouble coming for her.â
âAre you reminding me or warning me?â Weston threw away the things in his hand, turned to get his phone, and glanced at the time before saying, âIâll give you a piece of advice: Donât be too interested in her.â
âOr else?â Xavier looked at him calmly.
The man didnât answer but downed the whole glass of champagne in one gulp. âYou can try to find out the consequences of angering me.â
Xavier stared at Westonâs figure slowly walking away, and a somewhat ironic sneer appeared on his face.