Stella had to hold back her emotions to not kick him. She said coldly, “He’s the director. I‘m just an actr
ess. I can‘t avoid seeing him. How can you be so unreasonable?”
“Well, I‘m just unreasonable.” He picked up a strand of loose hair on her shoulder and played with it bet
ween his fingers.
The two of them were so close. When they spoke, the heat brushed against their ears.
The distance made Stella feel oppressed.
She took a deep breath and tried to calm down. “I‘ll speak to Bradley after this. I‘ll tell him that I‘m
going home first because I’m not feeling well...”
“Good.” Weston lowered his voice and whispered into her ears,”
That‘s my good girl.”
When their dance was about to end, a person who looked like an assistant walked
over in a hurry. He looked like he wanted to
say something.
Stella could tell he was looking for Weston, but he could not make it too
obvious. The man stopped and said, “There’s
someone over there looking for you.”
Weston frowned and looked at him.
That man immediately said, “Sir, Ben called about an urgent matter.”
He instinctively glanced in Guinevere‘s direction and lowered his head at once.
Weston had taken a long time to train his team of assistants. They were all capable at work and very lo
yal.
Stella understood it and said sarcastically, “Looks like she‘s panicking.”
Weston suddenly held her shoulders. “Do you think I‘d let someone control me?”
“I don‘t think so, but she‘s going to freak out if you continue to ignore her call...”
Stella glanced at Guinevere from a distance. She found it ironic to see Guinevere constantly making ph
one calls frantically.
After she said that, she pushed Weston away
and wanted to leave. However, he gripped her hand tightly and refused to let go.
“Stella...”
Stella shook his hand away. “You should take care of your business. I‘ll speak to Bradley and meet you
in the car.”
Weston paused a little and looked at her. He urged, “Don‘t go anywhere.”
Stella turned to leave without answering him.
Weston watched her leave and unbuttoned his cuffs with a
slight headache. After that, on the balcony. There was hardly anyone around.
When the call finally connected , Guinevere‘s voice became a little agitated.
“Hello? Weston! Where are you...”
“What‘s wrong?” His voice was as cold as ever.
Guinevere then realized that she was overly agitated. She took a deep breath and calmed down. “I‘m fin
“You sounded in such a hurry. I thought you had something urgent.” Weston‘s voice was soft and slow. H
the railing and looked out at the distant scenery.
At the same time, the music on the dance floor came softly.
When he closed his eyes, the image of Stella running away filled his mind.
Guinevere seemed to have heard the music from
the other end. She frowned . “Why is there music over there
?” It sounded so similar to the music at her side.
An absurd thought gradually formed in her mind. She could not get the absurd idea out of her mind. She
not calm down.
Her voice trembled. “Did you come to the party–” It was a question, but there was no tone of doubt.
“I don‘t remember needing to report my schedule to you.” Weston cut
her off softly, “If there‘s nothing else, I‘ll hang up now.”
“Wait! Weston!” Guinevere stopped him at once and clenched her fists. “Are you still not over Stella...” s
freeze.
Stella‘s name had always been taboo between them. Guinevere would not have asked the question
unless she was pushed to the verge.
She knew things between her and Weston would change once she brought the topic of Stella up
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