Stella had already decided that she would not get hurt as long as she did not have expectations.
Now, she would not be interested even if Weston gave her the indisputable truth, because she was no
longer the Stella Sealey from the past.
Everyone in the secretaries’ offices stood up the instant they saw Stella leave Weston’s office, and
stood in a row to greet Weston despite their surprise.
“Mr. Ford…”
Daisy did not expect Weston to lead Stella outside himself to the public’s eye, even holding her hand
as he did.
There were many moles in the company, especially those who belonged to Guinevere. In fact, Daisy
had only presumed Stella to be Weston’s mistress at best, and that they had not gotten past the
honeymoon stage for the moment. Naturally, she never imagined that Weston would show zero
inclination to hide her while so many were watching.
While he was not introducing her to everyone, he had a hand around her waist, looking utterly
possessive that anyone who saw them understood what he was conveying. “Mr Ford…” Daisy began,
approaching Weston just then. “Is there anything you need?” Sparing her a glance, Weston said, “Don’t
let frivolous individuals enter my office as they like.
Daisy did a double take and turned pale initially, thinking that he was talking about herself… only to
soon realize that Weston was talking about Xavier. She quickly nodded. “Yes, Mr. Ford…” Ben arrived
soon after, a report in his hand as he hurried toward them. Still, he stopped nearby when he saw them.
“Mr. Ford, there are still certain matters that require your attention…” Weston in turn glanced at Stella.
“Which do you prefer, to continue your tour around my office, or to wait for me downstairs?”
Ben was left staring dumbly at him.
Giving Stella a tour around the office building? Was that not inappropriate?
Though he did not say that out loud, Daisy also looked up toward Weston and Stella in response,
clearly thinking the same thing but not having the guts to say it out loud. After all, it appeared that
Weston loved the woman named Ella Steele very much, which left Daisy feeling a little indescribably
awkward-she had been working under Weston for years, but she had never seen him being so tolerant
toward any women.
Even Guinevere was treated as a respected guest at best!
That begged the question: who on earth was Ella Steele?
Nonetheless, Stella shook her head, refusing the tour right then. “I’ll wait downstairs.” Weston could
read her mind, and so simply patted her head. “Sure. Try to pass the time on your own.”
“Yeah,” Stella replied shortly and got into the elevator, and Weston only turned away after the doors
closed.
Ben began to report to him when he suddenly paused, and instructed, “Send something over to
Guinevere and Zack.”
While Ben appeared taken aback, Weston continued, “So that they don’t cause a fuss.” Ben promptly
straightened. “Yes, Mr. Ford.” |
***
Downstairs, Stella had gotten into Weston’s car and started reading her script again, when she
nonchalantly glanced outside the window to find a familiar figure. Roger Sealey. She almost opened the
door by instinct to call out to him, but quickly stopped when she remembered her situation.
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