Westonâs handling of his previous project was outstanding, and everyone in the industry was impressed with his working capability.
Stella thought this mustâve been why Old Mr. Ford improved his disposition toward Weston.
If Xavier were to come here, he would probably be chased away in no time.
Only someone as incontestably capable as Weston could stand here and negotiate with Old Mr. Ford.
Marriage, however, was another issue altogether. It was a major life decision.
Old Mr. Fordâs lack of comment was better than Chrisâ outright rejection.
Jason had a deep impression of Stella from the first time they met.
He placed a pawn on the chess board and looked at Old Mr. Ford, saying, âIâve practically seen Weston grow up, and this is the first time he begged me for something, and it was for the sake of a woman. For Ella, to be ex act.â
âIs that so?â
Old Mr. Ford arched his brow. âWhy would he need your
help? Youâre just someone meddling with the arts.â Jason chuckled, âOf course, it had to do with the arts, then. You probably donât know this yet, but your potential granddaughterâinâ
law plays the piano excellently.â
Calling Stella his âpotential granddaughterâinâlawâ made Old Mr. Ford furrow his brows.
He looked at Stella , a pawn in hand, âYou know how to play the piano?â
Stella nodded. âA little.â
Jason intercepted, âDonât be so humble. If thatâs your standard, then all my studies are noobs.â
âIs that so?â
Old Mr. Ford stroked his beard. âYou sound like an expert. Iâve never heard you play the piano before. Coincidentally, there is a piano in the villa. Why donât you play a piece and let me hear what youâve got?â
Stella glanced at Weston.
He caressed her hair and mouthed for her to go ahead.
Stella nodded.
She sat down at the piano.
The two old men put their chess game aside and gave Stella their full attention , especially Old Mr. Ford, who appeared to have something on his mind.
Stellaâs musical background was superb. On top of her natural talent, she had been diligently practicing in the apartment, and her current standard almost matched the time she used to win awards.
Jason was completely immersed in her piano playing.â Not bad. Not bad at all.â
Old Mr. Ford smiled without a word at Jasonâs remarks .
After the piece came to an end, he put his hands together in applause. âVery impressive. Even an amateur like me is mesme rized.â
Stella closed the piano fallboard. âYouâre too kind.â
âGrandpa , if you like, I can ask her to play the piano for you more frequently,â Weston offered.
âYou really know how to seize the chance to ask for approval,â Jason replied with twinkling eyes. âFord, Iâve never seen Weston so taken by any woman before. Why donât you just give him the goâahead?â
The smile remained on Old Mr. Fordâs face, but he didnât say anything further.
Jason had seen Weston grow up, and he treated him very well.
But he wasnât Westonâs grandfather, after all.
All he felt was that Westonâs happiness was the most important, and he didnât consider anything deeper If Weston were just fooling around with Ella, Old Mr. Ford would never interfere with that.
But if it involved marriage , Ella would never be fit to be Mrs. Ford.
No matter how good she was at playing the piano and how many awards she won, those were nothing compared to the scale of the Ford family.
Stella herself was clear about this fact.
Old Mr. Ford suddenly turned to look at Weston. âDo you really want to be with her?â Weston replied solemnly, âYes, I do.â