Stella coughed twice, her face flushing red. She looked down in silence, her face displaying a clear look of submission.
Weston pinched her chin and made her look up.â Discontented?â
Stella shook her head. âNo.â
The moment she was captured back to the wedding, she knew that Weston wouldnât let her go so easily.
The things he had done to her at the wedding were considered trivial. A man like him would spare no effort in reminding her that her attempt to escape the wedding was an utter mistake.
Henryâs interest was piqued as he looked at the couple.â Itâs just a toast. Is there a need to make things nasty?â
All the guests surrounding them were looking over curiously. Even the videographer was immersed in recording, thinking Weston and Stella were sharing a passionate kiss.
Henry moved his wheelchair and grabbed another two glasses of wine. âWhy donât you both raise a toast to each other?â
He began hyping up the crowd.
With a glance at Stella, Weston said, âYou decide.â
What else could Stella say?
She took the glass from Henry, and Weston followed suit.
The two exchanged glances before raising a toast to each other.
They looked just like any other loving couple ... if Stella hadnât become a runaway bride who ended up being captured.
After Henry, it was Xavierâs turn. He had brought Daisy along with him.
Stellaâs brows furrowed, but she remained silent.
Xavier didnât have much to say and simply raised his glass. âCongrats.â
Daisy followed suit and subconsciously glanced at Weston. âMr. Ford, congratulations on your blissful marriage.â
Weston nodded and held Stellaâs hand as they stepped forward toward the tray.
Stella obediently picked up another glass of wine.
Weston glanced at her and took the glass from her hands. âMy wife isnât a good drinker. Iâll drink this on her behalf.â
Stella paused for a moment as she pursed her lips. She was worried that Weston would play his old tricks and feed her through his mouth again.
However, Weston had no intention of doing so. He was simply coming to her aid.
Mixed feelings crept up Daisyâs heart. She looked at the red gown on Stella and imagined herself wearing it. How would she look?
It would have been wonderful if only the man standing next to her was Weston.
Her mind started drifting.
Xavier grabbed her waist with slight force. âWhat are you thinking of? Youâre zoning out.â He followed her gaze and realized she was staring at them. He scoffed and said, âWhat are you staring at them for? Donât tell me youâre thinking of getting married too?â
Having been seen through, Daisy glared at him with irritation. âDonât talk nonsense. Iâm just a little overwhelmed with emotions...â
âWhy?â
âI just didnât expect things to be so complicated between them. I always thought that Ella⦠no, Stella was Mr. Fordâs exâwife and that she had assumed a different identity to marry him. Yet everyone knows that sheâs the same woman from the beginning.â
The tone of her voice was laced with thinly veiled envy.
Xavier simply ignored her. She could be envious but not jealous. He didnât like jealous women. Jealousy had a knack for overshadowing all elegance and beauty of a woman. He poured himself a glass of wine and handed it to Daisy. âMany other women are envious of you, too.â
He said it carelessly, but it effectively calmed Daisyâs trembling heart.
Thatâs right. She was to be considered very fortunate. Because of this man, she managed to dump that clingy ex âboyfriend of hers. Her status as his official girlfriend brought hes many connections as well.
The Daisy of today was no longer that insignificant secretary who had to slog things out. She was now Xavier Fordâs girlfriend.