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.

hand back instinctively, but Weston held her hand in

led her hand in wiping his shirt, stroke by

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

let you

his innuendo filled remark, and was left

in the world was

then, his phone rang like a police siren that cut through the

furrow his brows, clearly displeased.

quickly he did so, Stella still managed to see

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

if it’s

was thick

frustration simmering

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 to go home and keep

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 side and straightened up her clothes, not

disdain in her demeanor and had a sudden urge to

cigarette.

wasn’t addicted to smoking, but ever since the day Stella jumped off the building, he would fall back into his smoking

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