"He's treating her like a bird in the golden cage,” said Xavier in a disapproving tone in an exclusive
club.
He lit up a cigarette and took a drag on it.
The sound of billiard balls colliding with each other filled the air.
The whole place was vivacious.It had been a long time since Weston last came to this kind of place.
Even the billiard hall owner found it curious.
“Why hadn’t Mr.Ford been out having fun after getting married?” he asked Xavier.
Everyone there knew that the woman Weston Ford married was not Guinevere Cohen but the woman
that he had brought here to play snooker with him in the past.Yet none of them would have expected
that he would be missing from this place after getting married.
“What’s wrong?” Xavier countered him with a smile.
“So what if he's not here? I'm here, aren't I? Am I not bringing a good enough business to you?”
“I didn’t mean that atall, Mr.Xavier! You're always joking with me!” Xavier said nothing in reply.
Daisy was right next to him and was quietly pouring him a drink.
Seeing that he brought up Weston and Stella, she asked in a casual tone, “Why hasn’t MrWeston
brought Stella out anywhere lately?”
"Who knows?” Xavier tapped his cigarette.
"He went through all those troubles just to get that woman, yet now that he’s finally got her, all he does
is tuck her away at home." He sniggered, then added, "Only Weston would treat a woman like a
precious treasure.Is he worried that we'd forget that?"
He blurted out those words in front of Daisy without a care in the world.
Daisy was well aware that Xavier was not the kind of man who would prioritize women above
everything else in his life.
Nevertheless, he had been treating her very well And so Daisy remained silent as she dropped a slice
of lemon into his drink and handed it over to Xavier.He preferred his drinks that way.
Xavier put out his cigarette and took a sip of the drink from Daisy.The high alcohol content made him
squint.
"Why are you asking so many questions anyway?” he asked, looking at Daisy through the clouds of
smoke.
“ Don’t tell me that you're still pining over him?" Xavier " Daisy's expression changed abruptly.
"Were you about to ask if I still pine over him every time he’s mentioned?” She then stood up and
continued, “In that case, then I'll make sure to never say a word about him again in front of you," She
then turned on her heels and left, Xavier didn't react much.He simply watched Daisy stomp away with a
slightly guilty look on her face with a sneer, Soonit would be Warren Ford's eightieth birthday.
Xavier was sure that when the day came, Weston would allow Stella to come out.
That evening, Stella was sitting on the swing in the back garden and surrounded by a group of
bodyguards.
As she swung, the chains on her feet made a crisp, jingling noise.
She was still swinging in the air when a tall figure walked up and stood behind her.
It was only when a pair of strong arms held her still that she swiftly turned around and noticed the man.
“You’re back,” she said.
Those were the exact words she uttered every day when Weston got home.
“You're back.” She said the exact same words without the slightest change or variation as if she were a
robot programmed to say certain words and do whatever she was asked.
“Mm,” Weston responded in a low voice before picking her up into his arms from the swing.
Stella complied and held his neck for support.He then carried her from the back garden to the master
bedroom upstairs.
She sat down on the bed with both feet resting on the floor.
Weston began taking off his suit jacket.
His thin lips were tightly pursed, and his expression was inscrutable.
His words, however, were nowhere near as calm as his actions.
“What have you told Hayden Quirk?” he asked.
“Why did he seem so eager to help you?” As he spoke, he pulled out the belt around his waist.
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