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 held her hand

her hand in wiping

red. The sight made him hook his lips, satisfied with her reaction. “Be more careful. If you spill a

won’t let you

innuendo filled remark, and

in the world

her first, Just then, his phone rang like a

displeased. He simply

still managed to see

pulled her rudely back to reality as she sneered at the man before her. “Not

even if

voice was

frustration simmering

 

Stella’s gaze, but sull did not pick up his call. He simply picked up the wine glass on the table and took a sip. A while later, the phone stopped buzzing, indicating that Guinevere had

atmosphere was all but gone, and there was only cold distance left in

and disdain in her demeanor and had

cigarette.

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