Having a collaboration with Ford Corporation was a privilege few could only dream of.
The client seemed extremely satisfied. With only some minor details left, he beamed magnanimously.
“Sure. Mr. Ford, please go ahead and do what you need to do. It was a pleasure meeting you!
I look forward to our next collaboration!”
Daisy was shocked, but she remained composed as she said, “Please come with me.” She glanced at
Weston. The original plan was to have a meal with the client, and he had never mentioned canceling it.
So why did he suddenly change his mind? For someone on Weston’s level, his schedule was always
planned down to the finest detail and seldom changed. Did something happen? She was slightly
confused as she headed to the other side of the elevator in the parking garage after sending the client
off in their car. That was when she saw Weston walking over to a white car. Daisy stopped dead in her
tracks, uncertain if she should follow him. Stella thought she had to wait a little longer, but she saw
Weston walking toward her. His black suit made him look even taller and more aggressive than he
usually did, and his eyes, dark as night, peered right into her soul. His gaze remained unwavering as it
locked squarely on its target.
His presence had always been overwhelming, especially in formal attire, which gave him an air of
authority. He only had to stand there to give off a cold, proud, distant aura. Stella saw him walking
toward her, and a thought suddenly came to her mind-liking this man was easy, but to keep doing so
was exhausting.
Even the bravest adventure seekers who strove to scale the highest mountain in the world couldn’t stay
on the snowy peak forever. They would freeze to death. So what kind of a woman could conquer a man
like Weston?
He seemed like the unstoppable south wind, one that never took no for an answer in the heat of
passion. However, the same man could be cold as ice and heartless to the core when his passion wore
away.
She was immersed in her thoughts when a deep voice interrupted her. “Why did you come today?”
Weston went straight into the car.
He shut the door with a slam.
Stella snapped back to attention and replied to him, “It was snowing, and I thought of coming over to
fetch you. I was free, anyway.’ Her palms were resting on the steering wheel as she turned to look at
him. He thought he would interrogate her and did not expect him to behave so mildly. Weston didn’t
have the intention of blaming her.
Of course, it didn’t mean he approved of her driving over in the harsh winter, but he decided to be nice
to her in light of her good intentions.
As for everything else, he would make things straight with her tonight. “You drove here on your own?”
Stella nodded. “I’ve said it before that I drive pretty well. Nothing happened along the way…” Weston
suddenly cut her off as he reached over to pull out the car key from the ignition.” Pretty well? You didn’t
even remove the keys.” With that, he flung the keys into the glove box.
Stella’s heart sank with the clink of the keys. She didn’t expect to have made such a careless mistake!
Quickly, she spoke up for herself. “It was an accident. It won’t happen the next time.”
“There won’t be the next time.” Weston grabbed her arm and pulled it away from the steering wheel. He
intertwined his fingers with hers and said, “During this winter, you must bring along the driver when you
leave the house. Just because you didn’t get into an accident today doesn’t mean you won’t the next.”
Stella pursed her lips in silence.
Weston wanted to dwell no further on this topic. He suddenly furrowed his brows and looked at her
hand, “Why are your hands so cold?”
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