Chapter 75

Weston took a sip from the wine glass Stella held to his lips,

However, Stella’s hand shook and some of the wine spilled out, staining Weston’s pristine white shirt

Instead of making the shirt look dirty, the dark red stains added a dangerous, menacing aura to Weston.

He was half-shrouded in darkness, and the other half under dim light. He looked just like half an angel and half a devil.

Stella immediately put the glass down. “I’m sorry about this.”

She pulled out some napkins, intending to clean up the mess.

Her hand suddenly paused in mid-air as she hesitated, “Mr. Ford, perhaps you should do it yourself.”

Weston kept silent and stared right into her eyes. He reached out, grabbed her wrist, and maneuvered her hand to press the napkin onto his shirt.

The positions of the stains were slightly awkward.

instinctively, but Weston

in wiping his shirt, stroke by

intensely on Stella that it made her ears turn red. The sight made him hook his

let you off so

heard his innuendo filled

the world was he

phone rang

her gaze and saw him furrow his brows, clearly displeased. He simply

Stella still managed to see the name on the

sneered

even if

was thick with

felt frustration simmering

 

picked up the wine glass on the table and took a sip. A while later, the phone stopped buzzing, indicating that Guinevere had most likely given up. “It’s already so late. Mr. Ford, aren’t you intending

at Weston again, the lazy and leisurely atmosphere was all but gone, and there was only

and disdain in her demeanor and had a sudden urge to smoke

cigarette.

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