Stella coughed twice, her face flushing red. She looked down in silence, her face displaying a clear look
of submission.
Weston pinched her chin and made her look up.“ Discontented?”
Stella shook her head. “No.”
The moment she was captured back to the wedding, she knew that Weston wouldn‘t let her go so easily.
The things he had done to her at the wedding were considered trivial. A man like him would spare no
effort in reminding her that her attempt to escape the wedding was an utter mistake.
Henry‘s interest was piqued as he looked at the couple.” It‘s just a toast. Is there a need to make things
nasty?”
All the guests surrounding them were looking over curiously. Even the videographer was immersed in
recording, thinking Weston and Stella were sharing a passionate kiss.
Henry moved his wheelchair and grabbed another two glasses of wine. “Why don‘t you both raise a toast
to each other?”
He began hyping up the crowd.
With a glance at Stella, Weston said, “You decide.”
What else could Stella say?
She took the glass from Henry, and Weston followed suit.
The two exchanged glances before raising a toast to each other.
They looked just like any other loving couple ... if Stella hadn‘t become a runaway bride who ended up
being captured.
After Henry, it was Xavier‘s turn. He had brought Daisy along with him.
Stella‘s brows furrowed, but she remained silent.
Xavier didn‘t have much to say and simply raised his glass. “Congrats.”
Daisy followed suit and subconsciously glanced at Weston. “Mr. Ford, congratulations on your blissful
marriage.”
Weston nodded and held Stella‘s hand as they stepped forward toward the tray.
Stella obediently picked up another glass of wine.
Weston glanced at her and took the glass from her hands. “My wife isn‘t a good drinker. I‘ll drink this on
her behalf.”
Stella paused for a moment as she pursed her lips. She was worried that Weston would play his old
tricks and feed her through his mouth again.
However, Weston had no intention of doing so. He was simply coming to her aid.
Mixed feelings crept up Daisy‘s heart. She looked at the red gown on Stella and imagined herself
wearing it. How would she look?
It would have been wonderful if only the man standing next to her was Weston.
Her mind started drifting.
Xavier grabbed her waist with slight force. “What are you thinking of? You‘re zoning out.” He followed her
gaze and realized she was staring at them. He scoffed and said, “What are you staring at them for? Don‘t
tell me you‘re thinking of getting married too?”
Having been seen through, Daisy glared at him with irritation. “Don‘t talk nonsense. I‘m just a little
overwhelmed with emotions...”
“Why?”
“I just didn‘t expect things to be so complicated between them. I always thought that Ella… no, Stella
was Mr. Ford‘s ex–wife and that she had assumed a different identity to marry him. Yet everyone knows
that she‘s the same woman from the beginning.”
The tone of her voice was laced with thinly veiled envy.
Xavier simply ignored her. She could be envious but not jealous. He didn‘t like jealous women. Jealousy
had a knack for overshadowing all elegance and beauty of a woman. He poured himself a glass of wine
and handed it to Daisy. “Many other women are envious of you, too.”
He said it carelessly, but it effectively calmed Daisy‘s trembling heart.
That‘s right. She was to be considered very fortunate. Because of this man, she managed to dump that
clingy ex –boyfriend of hers. Her status as his official girlfriend brought hes many connections as well.
The Daisy of today was no longer that insignificant secretary who had to slog things out. She was now
Xavier Ford‘s girlfriend.
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