He was entirely shrouded in darkness and surrounded by a solemn air.
This made the woman rather fearful. “Mr. Ford…”
Her voice hid tones of deliberate femininity and gentleness, which was starkly different from Stella’s
voice.
Weston’s eyes turned cold in an instant. “Shut up.”
Belle immediately kept her silence, not daring to say anything more.
Her sudden shrinking back in fear was very similar to Stella in the past.
Weston tightened his grip over her chin which made the woman yelp in pain, “Mr. Ford!”
Weston pulled her head down with more force. “Be good.”
Her scalp throbbed with pain. Belle did not expect him to be so forthright and could only kneel
submissively before him.
These things went without saying for the women of Lowe Garden. Many things were left unspoken, but
everyone knew the rules clearly. With trembling hands, she touched his buckle. Weston lowered his
head to look at the top of her head, imagining the scene from earlier when he had Stella under him. He
shut his eyes.
It was just a face that he fancied.
It was just one Stella Sealey.
There were hordes of women who were like her, in fact, more beautiful than she was, more obedient,
more understanding, and more willing to kneel before him and serve him to his satisfaction.
She was so replaceable.
Why must he, Weston Ford, insist on one woman? His blood was coursing wildly through his veins, but
his face turned colder by the minute. It was clearly a scene that was not much different from his
memories, but somehow, something felt wrong. Belle’s movements were more proficient and skilled
than Stella’s, and she clearly knew her way with men. Her moves were appropriately pure and
innocent, yet seductive in its own way. Objectively speaking, she was much more charming than Stella.
However…
Belle’s hands were reaching upwards when Weston’s eyes suddenly flew open.
He grabbed her hair and flung her aside, cold fury emanating from his eyes. “Scram. Scram far away.”
He had no idea where his fury came from.
It had been a long time since he lost control of himself.
That unstoppable violence simmering inside him gave him a strong urge to destroy something,
anything that came his way. But not these imitation goods right before him. Everyone could tell that he
was truly and thoroughly angered. No one dared to provoke him. Weston suddenly kicked the table in
front of him and cursed under his breath. “Stella Sealey…”
He uttered her name through gritted teeth.
Stella finally regained control over herself after leaving the hospital. By then, it was already midnight.
She stood along the streets and saw Justin behind her, walking through the hospital doors with a bag of
medicine. She stepped forward and said, “Thank you, Mr. Hall. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t know
what I would have done today.” Justin avoided her overly clear gaze, hiding the fact that he had initially
wanted to bring her home.
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