Perhaps it was Weston’s excessive tenderness that Stella suddenly felt drained and lethargic.
She yawned slightly, and the corners of her eyes turned red like that of a little rabbit. Weston’s
movements slowed down as he let her lean against his shoulder. “Nap for a while if you want to.”
After she slowly shut her eyes and fell asleep, Weston carried her in his arms as if he were coaxing a
little child.
His arms wrapped around her back as he gently patted her.
His thin lips leaned closer to her ear as he kissed it repeatedly in a way that spoke of inextinguishable
sentiment and passion as he enveloped her in his embrace. Weston lowered his head and took every
inch of Stella’s sleeping profile. “How good it would be if she were to be this well-behaved every day.”
He chuckled lowly. “Just stay by my side like this, all right?” He mumbled to himself, or rather, to Stella.
Were those empty titles really so important to Stella? Aside from official status, he could give her
everything. Shouldn’t that be enough? He had no idea why women were always obsessed with such
trivial matters. What he was capable of giving Stella was a lot more than the title of Mrs. Ford. But
based on what he knew of Stella right now, even if he wanted to give her everything he could, she
might not even want it.
The thought made his face darken.
After sending Stella back, Weston received a call from Chris, who asked him out for a chat. Weston
instructed Joan to take good care of Stella before leaving the mansion.
Chris had his own house in Fern City, but he seldom stayed there. He would usually spend the night in
his own apartment – just like Weston’s original Golden Eve apartment, which he subsequently gave to
Guinevere but had never stayed there from then.
Weston knew that Chris treated Daisy in a special way but didn’t expect him to bring her back to his
own apartment. It seemed obvious to him that Chris truly cared for her.
The moment he stepped into the apartment, he saw Daisy seated on the living room couch, looking
uneasily at him.
“Mr. Ford…”
He glanced right past her and looked directly at Chris, “Speak. Don’t waste my time.”
Chris tut-tutted disapprovingly, “I know you have a lovely Lady waiting at home, and you can’t wait to
get back to her, but things still need to be settled. What do you say?” Weston remained silent as he
settled down on the couch.
Daisy, immediately feeling tense, straightened herself up as she greeted him again. “Mr. Ford
Weston looked up slightly, giving a half-hearted response. Daisy tensed up even further, unable to tell
what this man before her was thinking and whether he was pleased or upset.
Chris observed their interactions and remained silent, the look in his eyes elusive.
He walked towards the bar counter and poured two glasses of wine, one for Weston and another for
himself.
He had poured a glass of water for Daisy earlier.
“Try my concoction,” He offered to Weston. Weston did not reach out to take the glass from him. “Do
you think I’m like you, insisting on having a bar counter at my apartment so I can indulge in alcohol,
even at home?” “Just listen to yourself. What’s wrong with drinking some alcohol? It’s completely
acceptable,” Chris chuckled.
Seeing him refuse to take the glass, he pushed it towards Daisy instead, “Don’t waste it. Many people
only wished they had a chance to taste my concoction.” Daisy didn’t reject him and received the glass
with a soft “thank you.”
Both men leaned back leisurely. However, it was Daisy who finally gave in. “Mr. Ford, how do you
intend to deal with him?” she couldn’t help but ask.
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