Chapter 1264Chapter 1264
Weston blocked her hands with his bony wrist that
emitted a faint elegance, showing off the precious
chronometer he wore.
However, he seemed to completely ignore that fact and put his hand into the water directly. Then, as if
feeling it was getting in the way, he took the watch off and tossed
it aside.
Nicole could not understand at all. “Why do you treat her so well when she does this to you?”
She did not get a reply from Weston, who seemed to be completely oblivious to her.
Her eyes slowly fell on the wound on the back of his hand, and her pupils contracted. “Mr. Ford, you’re
hurt, what happened?”
His wound was soaked in the water until it turned a little
white.
Nicole’s heart sank as she looked at his wound. “You
don’t have to do this, Mr. Ford. Let me help you, or the
wound will be infected…”
“I’ll say it again, don’t meddle with my matters.” The man’s patience finally ran out, and he looked at her with cold eyes. His eyes were full of impatience
and rejection.
Her eyes fluttered, and she suddenly stood up as if thinking of something. “Is this from the last time you
cooked for Stella?”
Apart from that, she really could not think of any other place where this man could have been injured
except in
the kitchen.
She had also heard that he had borrowed the kitchen here
before. He must have been for cooking for Stella.
But Stella always had dinner with everyone else. This
meant she had never touched the food Weston made for
her.
She was just torturing him on purpose!
The more Nicole thought about it, the angrier she became, but Weston simply ignored her.
She stood there for a long time and then ran furiously to Stella. Stella was preparing to rest and raised
her eyebrow when she saw Nicole coming. “What’s the matter?”
She held the glass of red wine that Weston had sent over during the day and took a gentle sip.
As expected of Weston’s taste, it was pretty good. If the way he fed it to her before had not been too offensive, she might have been able to enjoy the taste
of this red wine properly.
“Do you know that Mr. Ford’s washing your clothes? Haven’t they been washed? Why ask him to wash
them again? You are deliberately torturing him, aren’t you?”
“It’s not. He did it of his own free will.”
Stella slowly sat on the makeshift chair. She had already changed into her pajamas. It seemed like she
was planning to rest.
Nicole took a deep breath. “Do you not think about Mr. Ford’s situation at all? Do you know what those
people in the crew are saying about him? They said that he is licking your boots and he is your fawner!”
“What people say and do have got nothing to do with me, besides-”
Stella raised her glass and smiled at her. “I’d appreciate it if you could find a way to get Weston to stop
doing that.”
Nicole could not listen any longer. “You are clearly emboldened because of his love for you! Why would
you do that to someone who loves you?”
“Because I’ve been trampled before.”
Stella said, “Love is not a big deal. I have devoted to it before, but I didn’t get such a good ending and
lost the most important thing.”
She said it in a light–hearted way, briefly mentioning the pain of the past.
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