“Yes, of course, we are different! If there was a choice, which ordinary woman would be willing to be a
mistress like I am, to be ruined to such an extent by you!” Stella growled in agitation.
His eyes turned dark as he tightened his grip. “I ruined you? Stella Sealey, just go out and hear from
the grapevine, and you’ll find out just how many women are willing to jump into my bed, all with a snap
of my fingers. Me? Ruin you?”
In a world where interests and gains preceded all, words like virtue and morals were non existent in
showbiz.
This was especially so in the industry, where people of power all dabbled in extra-marital affairs.
“If you need money, all you need to do is to open your mouth, say a few nice words and I’ll give you all
the money you want.”
Sometimes, Weston really wanted to open up this woman’s brain to see what actually made it tick.
“How much can filming earn you? So what if you manage to earn all the money from the box office? As
long as you drop a few pitiful tears and say nice things to me to make my heart ache for you, you can
get anything you want from me.”
“What if I have no way of making your heart ache for me?” Stella cut him off.
She looked at him with an inexplicable trace of sorrowful calm in her eyes. “Do you want me to place all
my hopes and dreams and revolve my entire life around you? As long as you are happy, things will go
smoothly for me, but the moment you are upset, you can ruin my entire life, force me to divorce you,
and abandon me without hesitation…do you want me to become a woman who fearfully depends on
your shifting mood day by day?” Her voice became softer and softer as the look in her eyes darkened.
“You’re right. With a snap of your fingers, hordes of women will throw themselves at you. I don’t
deserve you, I’m not good enough. Please find someone more worthy and deserving of you! Please, I
beg you…”
His eyes darkened for an instant as he stared at her. Finally, he straightened himself up without a word
and instructed the driver to start the engine.
The driver obeyed Weston’s instructions and drove off, not daring to even breathe. By the time they
arrived at Stardust Mansion, Stella managed to calm herself down. She got out of the car and felt the
cool night breeze hitting her face.
Having no thick clothing on, she couldn’t help but shiver in the cold. Weston walked towards her and
carried her in his arms without a word.
Stella had gotten used to his abrupt movements.
He never asked whether she needed anything. As long as he wished, she had to take it on obediently.
She shut her eyes and wrapped her arms around his neck. Weston was shocked at her initiative, and
the look in his eyes softened. “You were so stubborn now. Yet, you’re being so pliant and good now?”
Stella’s gaze shifted as she leaned into his embrace, feeling his slightly tense chest muscles
underneath his soft shirt as she said in a low voice, “It’s very late now. Shall we just rest for the night
later?”
She did not hear an answer from him for a very long time, but simply the chilly aura he emanated. As
she expected, she heard a knowing chuckle from the man. “So scared that I will lay hands
on you?”
Instead of explaining herself after he saw through her, she simply lowered her head and remained
silent.
Weston walked towards the couch and flung her on it.
Stella was struggling to sit up when he suddenly leaned forward and trapped her in his arms. He
lowered her head and looked at her. “If I want to do it, on this couch, right now, what will you do?”
Stella lifted her head in shock and locked eyes with him. A wave of emotion stirred in the depths of his
eyes, as if he wanted to consume her.
“Weston Ford…” Before she could say anything else, Weston held her chin between his fingers and
leaned down to kiss her on the lips.
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