“You’re not the same,” Stella answered subconsciously. Seeing that the man’s expression changed,
she changed the subject. “Where are you taking
me?”
“Since you have nothing to do this afternoon…” He lifted his hands and put her hair behind her ears as
he stared at her red lips.
He leaned closer and bit gently on her lips once more before saying, “Then stay with me.”
She had never thought Weston would bring her to see his friends so openly.
The intermittent clattering of billiard balls could be heard at the pool hall, breaking the otherwise placid
atmosphere.
There weren’t many people there, but one look revealed that these were brilliant people.
The minute the two ster ped inside, a young walter came forward. “Mr. Ford.
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Stella followed Weston, confused. It wasn’t until he brought her to meet a familiar face that she
understood why she was there. “Did you bring her?” Xavier shot a ball into the hole and straightened
up before slowly approaching him and assessing her. She met his gaze and instantly recalled him as
the man who’d left the girl on the highway.
When she saw that the girl was in the same mess as her, she had brought her back to the city. Xavier
remembered Stella. He wasn’t shocked that Weston brought her there, but he was confused.
Weston had never brought a woman to venues like this. He had brought Guinevere before, but that
was because she was one of the players.
“This is…” Xavier looked at her.
Weston stepped in front of her and blocked his view. “Elle.”
That was all he said as he didn’t plan to introduce more about her to him.
Xavier smiled, able to tell that Weston had an unusual possessiveness over the girl. He restrained his
usual condescending look and stretched out his hand to Stella. “I’m Weston’s uncle, Xavier. We’ve
met.” “I remember. You left a deep impression on me.” “This was a woman with a strong sense of self-
protection,” Xavier secretly commented in his heart.
“You and Weston are?” he asked on purpose.
He didn’t look at Weston, and instead, looked at Stella.
She paused for a while before saying, “A friend.” Right after she finished speaking, she could feel a
gaze on her. Without turning, she already knew who that was.
But she felt like she hadn’t said anything wrong.
They were friends in the eyes of others, and she couldn’t possibly tell him that she was Weston’s lover,
could she?
Xavier was his uncle, so he knew about him and Guinevere. He had deliberately asked the question to
make a joke out of her.
Stella honestly had no good feelings towards the Ford family.
Xavier grew up with a bunch of women, so he knew their emotions and attitudes.
He knew that Stella didn’t like him, so he kept his mouth shut and focused on his aim on the cue.
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