After that. Yvonne changed into her new clothes. She loved wearing red because it contrasted nicely
with her snowy white skin and accentuated her striking facial features. Wearing her new dress, Yvonne
looked bewitchingly stunning. Even Stella couldn’t take her eyes off her.
The two women had been in the room for so long that Lucas had to come up and rush them himself.
“Hurry up!” he barked as he banged on the door.
“They’re here!”
Yvonne gathered up the hem of her dress and rushed to the door when she heard her husband’s voice.
As soon as she opened the door, Lucas was visibly taken aback by the sight of his beautiful wife.
However, he only showed it by raising his eyebrows slightly. The anger on his face dissipated a little,
and he didn’t sound as impatient as he did before.
“Can’t you hurry up a little?” he asked.”
Yvonne had many bad habits, but her lack of punctuality got on Lucas’s nerves the most. He would
often nag at her for never being on time for anything. Yvonne knew that she was in the wrong, so she
smiled at him sweetly, pulled him closer by the arms, and kissed him.
“I’m sorry, darling!” she cooed. “Wasn’t that kiss sufficient compensation?”
“Was that compensation, or are you just taking advantage of me?”
“Hmph!” Yvonne grumbled.
“Now you’re making me mad!” Lucas shook his head indulgently and brushed his hand against
Yvonne’s cheek.
“You and your rotten temper…” he murmured. Yvonne paid no mind to him and went to Stella instead.
“Don’t worry, Ella,” she assured, holding her hand.
“You’ll sit next to me. They’re all Lucas’s friends, and they’re about our age. You can just relax. I’ll be
there with you, so you’ll be just fine!”
It was only then that Lucas realized someone else was in the room. He quickly returned to his usual
distant and reserved self, no longer showing his more laid-back and casual side as he did with his wife
just moments ago. “Okay, Yvonne,” replied Stella with a nod and a smile. Meanwhile, the food was
already on the table downstairs, and a man and a woman were waiting nearby.As Stella walked down
the stairs, she could feel a pair of eyes glued on her. As she looked up
Her eyes met with another familiar pair. They were dark and distant but as deep as the starry sky at
night, luring your stare and drawing you into it.
Stella froze. She felt as if it was a fantasy. Her breathing halted.
It was him…
Was she dreaming? How could she see Weston Ford here?
“What’s the matter?” Yvonne asked when she noticed that Stella had just stopped in her tracks.
“Nothing,”answered Stella, shaking her head, though she looked pale.
Stella could distinctly feel Weston’s eyes following her every move. Maintaining her cool, she made
sure not to react and refused to look at the man.
She would not look at Weston, and she would not look at the woman beside him, but she could sense
that the atmosphere had changed ever since she appeared downstairs.
But Weston’s eyes never left Stella. His dark eyes had always been calm and impenetrable. No one
could ever guess how he felt. The woman beside him couldn’t tell what he was thinking either, but she
knew things had gone awry when she realized that Weston had been staring at that woman for a long
time.
Only after everyone was seated did Weston draw his eyes from Stella.
“You didn’t tell me that there’d be a stranger joining us,” he commented, directing those words at
Lucas.
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