Weston was observing her expression.
He would reduce the force on his hands whenever she furrowed her brows.
His movements were very gentle, yet he would still hurt her accidentally.
After repeating it a few times, though, he slowly got the hang of it.
He was undeniably a fast learner.
It only took him a couple of minutes, but he seemed to master it pretty quickly and didn’t hurt Stella
anymore.
The sound of the hair dryer stopped. Her dry and draped softly over her shoulders, revealing her small
face.
He held her up, combed her hair, and suddenly questioned, “Your hair grew longer?”
She turned her face to the side, not wanting to answer.
He could see that she was repelled but continued to ask, “It’s still early. Do you want to do something
else?” “I want to sleep.” She shook her head.
“It’s only 9 pm. You won’t be able to sleep. Or…” The man’s tone took on new meaning.
Her brows furrowed and her fist clenched tightly when she heard this.
He was always like that. When he wanted her to do something and she didn’t want it, he wouldn’t push
her. Instead, he’d provide her with another option far from what she wanted, so that in the end, she’d
have no choice but to do what he requested.
Stella took in a deep breath as she knew that he wouldn’t take no for an answer, so she said, “ Let’s
just watch a movie.” “Really? I thought you were going to say you’ll be playing the piano.”
He was still thinking about the scene he saw in the hall.
She thought that he had forgotten about it but there he goes bringing it up again.
“Don’t tell me you want to cause trouble for that person.” She stared at him with wide eyes.
That man was only a stranger to her. She didn’t want him getting involved in their issues, just as she
didn’t want to put Yvonne in the spotlight and jeopardize her relationship with Lucas.
She could see that Lucas was prejudiced against her.
Even if she looked down on herself, how could she, an overtly self-conscious person, deserve the
assistance of others?
On the other hand, Weston didn’t understand her feelings and merely thought that she was defending
that man. “You just met him and you’re protecting him now?” “I’m not protecting him. I just don’t want
an innocent person to get involved!” Stella
increased her tone, having no idea when Weston would understand. A proud man like him had long
been accustomed to people making way for him. He had never known the agony of being tangled up or
the agony of having no options, hence the reason he had behaved so recklessly.
He heard her loud and clear.
It was hard to guess the look that was on his face, but he repositioned himself to make her sit better in
his arms. “It seems you have lots of opinions about me.”
“I wouldn’t dare.” She lowered her gaze.
He pinched her chin and forced her to look into his eyes. “You’re quite brave when you’re complaining
about me. Why don’t you dare now?” His words implied that only Stella was this bold to talk in front of
him. If it were others, he wouldn’t have given them a chance. Not even Guinevere.
Seeing her avoiding his gaze as if she was trying to fight against him, his eyes turned cold. “Don’t
worry, I won’t cause trouble to that man, as long as you don’t do things that anger me. I won’t make
things difficult for you too,” he said, his heart softening somewhat. She clenched her fists, and
frustration brewed in her heart. However, to reassure him, all she could do was to nod and agree.
“Remember your words.”
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