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.

her hand back instinctively, but Weston held her hand in

in wiping his

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

won’t let you off

heard his innuendo filled remark,

world was he thinking

his phone rang

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

Stella still managed to see the name on the

she sneered at the man before her. “Not

if it’s Guinevere

voice was thick with

felt frustration simmering in

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.

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 looking at him at

saw the contempt and disdain in her demeanor and

cigarette.

since the day Stella jumped off

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