Ben understood Westonâs thought. He looked at Westonâs cold face from the rearview mirror and could not help but sigh. He did not understand why these two people had suddenly gotten into a fight.
He was surprised to see Stella carrying her suitcase around while searching for a place to stay.
At first, Ben had thought they had broken up, but when he saw Westonâs face, he knew they were just angry at each other. Ben tried to figure out what was in Westonâs mind.
When he saw Stella coming out, he moved the car to the side. It was this action that caught Stellaâs eyes.
She glanced over instinctively and stopped dead in her tracks as she saw a familiar car. Her gaze met with Westonâs through the car window. For a moment, they looked at each other. Neither of them looked away at first.
Stella clenched her fists slowly. She recognized Westonâs car and knew he was waiting for her to get in.
However, this was her last chanceâ¦
She had made Weston angry enough that he was willing to let her go. He might eventually give up on her with just some persistence from her end.
Stella gritted her teeth and ignored Weston. She turned to leave.
âUmâ¦â Ben was stunned for a moment. He saw Westonâs face grow colder and cautiously asked, âShould we still follow her?â
âNo need,â Weston snapped. âSheâll come back after sheâs suffered enough.â
Ben nodded but sighed again. âThat alley just now looked like such a bad and dirty environment. No one will go there unless they have no choiceâ¦â
He wanted to speak up for Stella , but Weston remained unmoved.
Ben had no choice but to drive away.
Stella walked away. When the car drove right past her, a gust of wind came. A leaf flew up at her feet and then fell to the ground. In the rearview mirror, Weston watched as Stellaâs reflection grew smaller and gradually disappeared. Never once did Stella ever look up at him.
Weston loosened his collar with some annoyance.â Cancel all her cards.â
If she wanted to suffer, he would let her suffer.
âWill do, Mr. Ford.â
At the Ford Mansion. It was rare for Weston not to be at work. He even had the mood to play chess with Warren.
Warren was happy to play chess with him, so he set up the game and played a few rounds with him.
He played with the black chess pieces in his hand and asked, âWhy are you suddenly in the mood to play chess with me today?â
Weston answered, âDidnât you say thereâs no one to play chess with, and that youâre bored?â
âItâs not that. Rather, they arenât good enough. All of them are bad at chess! They all lost within two moves. Itâs boring!â Weston laughed. âIâll play with you today.â
Warren stroked his beard. âI heard someone say youâve fallen out with that woman, Ella. What happened? Did you guys have a fight?â
Westonâs eyes changed a little. He moved the white chess pieces in his hand a little but did not say anything.
Warren immediately understood from his expression.â Whatever it is, itâs ungentlemanly to kick a girl out like that.â
Weston paused and then said faintly, âSheâs just throwing a little temper tantrum. It wonât do any harm.â
Warren gave him a look, as if saying he had guessed correctly. âI knew you two werenât seriously fighting. You canât bring yourself to let her go anyway,â he said and took a sip of tea. âYou may have quarrelled with her, but itâs not that nice to chase her out like this.â