When the driver glanced at Stella, he knew that Stella wasn’t telling the truth.
There was indeed another woman in the car, except that it might not have been Henry’s “Faye.”
Stella remained stubborn. “I didn’t lie.”
Weston deliberately asked, “Was that woman Faye?”
“I don’t know who Faye is! She’s definitely not Faye! ” Stella instinctively rebutted.
The next second, she realized that her lie was exposed. She paused for a moment before insisting
stubbornly, “Henry must have made a mistake…”
Weston pinched her chin and turned her face toward him. “Did you know that your eyes turn shifty
when you lie?”
“They do not!”
Stella insisted, but her eyes became even more shifty.
Weston chuckled lowly and lifted her chin. He kissed the corner of her lips, “Don’t be so nervous.”
His fingers rubbed across her fair, dewy skin. “I know you don’t want to get your friend into trouble. I’m
not forcing you to expose her.”
“Really? You won’t force me to?”
Stella’s eyes shone as she looked at him like a pitiful yet adorable doll.
He always fell for this trick of hers.
Weston remained silent as he looked at her. He smiled and said, “ So, there really was someone else
in the car.”
Stella realized that she had fallen into his trap and her face turned cold.
Subsequently, no matter how much Weston probed, she refused to reveal anything further.
It was her way of throwing a tantrum.
“Your temper is getting from bad to worse.” Weston reached out to pinch her cheeks.
But he was helpless when it came to her.
The car turned a corner.
Stella recognized that it wasn’t the way back home. “Where are we headed to?”
“I thought you were intending to ignore me completely.”
Stella paused for a moment before saying, “Fine, I’ll do just that.”
He chuckled lowly and pulled her into his arms. He lowered his head, seeking her lips. “Why are you so
adorable, huh?”
He mumbled dreamily into her ears, blowing hot air onto her cold skin and causing an irresistible wave
of passion that overwhelmed her.
By the time the car arrived at the destination, Stella’s lipstick was all but gone.
Weston strode out of the car and helped her with her car door.
Stella said, “Hang on, let me reapply my lipstick.”
Weston surveyed her face. “No need for that. You look good already.”
Stella didn’t know what to say to that.
As capable and knowledgeable as Weston was, he didn’t seem to know much about make-up.
She pointed at the corner of her lips. “This obviously looks like a kiss smeared my lipstick. How is this
presentable?”
“How can anyone tell that it was because of a kiss?” Weston asked in disbelief. He lifted her chin to
look at the corner of her lips. His thumb rested on her lips and caressed them gently.
Stella knew he was up to no good again and flicked his hand away. “ Cut it out.”
Weston retracted his hand and rubbed her head. He was clearly in a good mood. “Come. Let me bring
you somewhere interesting.”
Stella thought that he was bringing her to some entertaining establishment. She never expected him to
bring her to the Ford ancestral hall.
From afar, she saw Xavier kneeling in the hall and thought she must have been hallucinating.
“What… is all this about?”
Weston stood behind her and hugged her around her waist. “Didn’t you say that he bullied you?”
Stella finally understood his intentions. “You’re doing this for me?”
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