Blood drained completely from the reporterâs face as soon as he heard Westonâs question. He was fully aware of how powerful Weston was. It would be stupid to provoke him. He shouldnât have been so caught up in the moment and forgotten himself just now.
âIâm truly sorry, Mr. Fordâ¦â
Weston restrained his anger and tossed the camera back to the reporter.
âBeat it,â he snarled, and said nothing more to him.
He turned around and noticed that Stella didnât look very well. He frowned, took her hand, and whispered in her ear, âIf you donât feel well, we can leave now.â
Stella nodded.
âYou take care of the rest,â Weston instructed Ben.
Ben nodded, then Weston swiftly took Stella away from the hall.
The engagement party had caused such a stir that news of it occupied the front page of all major newspapers in Ahn City. The whole incident was a hot topic on everyoneâs lips.
Once the party was over, Weston booked a room at a hotel for Stella to stay in and brought her there.
On their way, a pregnant silence hung over them. It was as if they were suppressing so many thoughts in their minds, each unwilling to express them.
To start, there were those pesky questions that the reporter had askedâ¦
It was true that Stella should hate both Guinevere and Weston. So why did she decide to marry the man? Was she resigned to her fate? Was she still in love with him even after all the horrible things that heâd done to her?
Neither of those answers sounded reasonable.
Both of them knew this, of course. That was precisely why they remained in silence.
As things descended into chaos outside, the two of them settled down in a VIP suite on the top floor of the hotel. But not long after that, Weston got up and was about to leave.
âWhere are you going?â Stella asked, grabbing his arm before he left.
Weston sat down next to her, gently stroked her hair, and replied, âMy grandfather is waiting for me outside. Itâll only take a minute. Iâll be back before you know it.â
âOkay,â she replied. Then, she asked, âWill he be furious at you?â
She thought of how Warren had now learned of their previous marriage to each other, and that she had been using a fake identity all along.
Weston leaned over and kissed her forehead.
âDonât worry,â he assured her. âI can handle it.â
Stella nodded.
âIâll go once youâre asleep,â he said as he ran his fingers through her hair.
âI think youâd better go now,â she urged. âYour grandfather mustâve been waiting for ages by now.â
âItâs fine,â he insisted, firmly but with a tender warmth in his voice. âIâll wait till youâre asleep.â ;
He gazed fixedly at her, as if she was the only person that mattered to him in this whole world. With those eyes and that husky voice of his, it was hard not to be completely bewitched.
After a while, Stella closed her eyes and slowly drifted off to sleep. The last things she was aware of were Westonâs gentle sigh, the rustling noise as he placed a blanket over her body, and the sound of his footsteps as he left the room.
Warren had been waiting in the hallway outside the suite for hours.
âMy dear boy!â he greeted Weston with a cold sneer when he came out. âYouâve really given me a massive gift!â
Weston had never disappointed him before ever since he was born. As an exceptional member of the Ford family, he had always displayed a level of skills and talent that was far beyond the reach of his peers. At an age when other men like him were busy fooling around with women and burning money on expensive cars and designer clothes, Weston had spent his time establishing a firm foothold in the Ford Corporation.
He was undeniably a rare genius.