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.

back instinctively, but Weston held

in wiping his shirt,

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

won’t let you off

innuendo filled

in the world

his phone rang like a police siren that

him furrow his brows, clearly displeased. He simply glanced at the incoming

how quickly he did so, Stella still managed to see the

her rudely back to reality as she sneered at

if it’s Guinevere

voice was thick

felt frustration simmering

 

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 to go home and keep your

the lazy and leisurely atmosphere was all but gone, and there was only cold distance left in his eyes. He released his grip over Stella, and she immediately got off his lap. She sat to one

saw the contempt and disdain in her demeanor and had

cigarette.

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