Chapter 1222Chapter 1222
The night was dark.
Downstairs, below the apartment, a tall dark figure was standing there all alone, casting a long and lon
ely shadow.
Under the streetlamp, moths were circling around the light in a frenzy. That was the way it had been sin
ce time. immemorial–
moths had always flown straight into the flame, sacrificing themselves for a short but brilliant life.
Stella stared at him for some time before retracting her gaze and closing the curtain.
Too bad for him, but she was resolved never again to be
attracted to the flames like those moths.
From that day onwards, Weston never showed up before Stella.
Then again, now that he had found out it was Guinevere Cohen who had caused all the trouble in the p
ast, it would be incredibly shameless even for a man like Weston to keep getting in her hair like he use
d to.
To Stella’s surprise, though, when she entered the restaurant where she was supposed
to meet a music producer, she caught sight of the very man at a table across the room. She knew then
that she had vastly
underrated Weston’s thick–skinned shamelessness.She had an appointment with a music producer that day to discuss her first concert in this country. She
absolutely did not expect to see Weston here as well.
She walked up to them and greeted the producer first, before casually sweeping a glance over
Weston. With a thin smile, she stretched out her hand towards him and said, “Pleasure to meet you, Mr
. Ford.”
Weston took her hand, briefly shook it in a business–like manner,
and quickly withdrew his hand, saying, “Hello, Miss Cicily.
He called her by her new name, just as if the two of them were perfect strangers.
That was precisely what Stella wanted.
She took her seat and went on to discuss matters surrounding her concert with the music producer in a
leisurely manner.
The truth was, only a few people went to music concerts, but Stella had gained so much fame and repu
tation abroad that it would be a shame not to take advantage of
1. it.
By then, anyone who had even minimal exposure to classical music was familiar with the name Cicily.
She was now widely regarded as one of the greatest pianists of this century.
With such prestige, the producer was confident that she had great potential to expand her career here i
n this country.
While Stella and the producer were happily chatting away, Weston just sat in complete silence without
saying a single word the whole time.The producer obviously had no idea what had transpired between Weston and Stella. After talking with
Stella for a while, he suggested that they sign a contract right then and there.
“If you’re interested, Miss Cicily, you can join us
in our holiday retreat that’s happening soon. We’re going to Snow Mountain in Fern City. Lots of industry
Stella thought of how she had not been doing much at all since returning to this country. However, consi
on the right track in his career, she nodded and agreed right away.
“If nothing happens to prevent it, I’ll definitely find some time to join you guys.”
“Great!” cried the producer in delight. “With you there, I’m sure lots more people will decide to join us too
They both continued chatting for a little longer until the producer suddenly turned to Weston and asked,
Weston said nothing. His clear black eyes were fixed on Stella.
She avoided eye contact and took a sip of her coffee. Whether or not he decided to go, it would be comp
Weston seemed to be able to read her mind. He pursed his lips and smiled wryly before replying, “I’m to
He spoke calmly and politely, but to Stella’s ears, she detected a hint of pain and grievance.