She gradually tightened her grip on the door frame and shook her head. “I didn’t hear anything at all.”
One thing for sure-someone had dirt on Weston.
And that someone was his father.
No matter what kind of secret existed between them, it was one that rendered both father and son
helpless.
Weston, however, didn’t believe her.
Perhaps Stella had heard something but acted like she didn’t because she didn’t want to cause
trouble.
Even if she stood there and listened to the entire thing, he knew that she would never find out about the
truth.
Without thinking much, he walked in front of her and carried her. She let out a scream when she felt
that her legs were lifted off the ground and both her hands went wrapped around his arm. “What do you
want to do?” “You look like you’re bored. Why don’t we do something fun.”
She didn’t know what he meant by “fun,” but her instinct told her that it wasn’t anything
good.
Seeing that he was walking in the direction of the bedroom, she asked anxiously, “You promised me
before that you wouldn’t force me when it comes to this. What are you doing?” As if he didn’t hear her
objections, he continued walking to the bedroom. When they were near the door, he suddenly stopped
in his tracks and looked at the woman in his arms with a half-smile.
Before she could grasp what he meant, he suddenly turned in the opposite direction and walked
towards the kitchen.
She was taken aback for a while, a bit mad, when she realized that he was playing with her.” Do you
think this is funny?” He ignored her and carried her directly to his study. This room used to be a
forbidden place for Stella. If there was nothing important, she would never go in and disturb him.
Weston basically did all his work stuff inside. Although he was barely at home, his files were inside the
room, and she didn’t dare to go in, fearing that she might accidentally lose something and cause him
trouble.
Perhaps he never cared about her thoughtful actions. The room, painted in black and white, was frigid
as it was extraordinarily quiet.
Several books lay on the huge desk, with his computer at the middle. He put her on the leather couch
beside the table. When she was on the couch, she immediately curled herself into a ball and looked at
him in
confusion.
He gently caressed her hair and put a blanket over her before handing her a tablet. “Do whatever you
like.”
Stella didn’t fully understood what he meant, but he was already sitting down at the table working. “Do
you want me to sit here and watch you work?” He glanced at her and asked, “Don’t you have any other
things to do?” She understood what he meant and didn’t say a word. He wanted her to accompany him
while he worked
She shook her head and said, “Can you give me an earphone? I don’t want to disturb you.” “There’s no
need.” He interrupted her. “You can just play it out loud. I won’t get disturbed.” She pursed her lips and
remembered how she used to lighten her footstep every time she passed the door when he was inside
the room.
But now he was letting her play it out loud. Her lips curled into a mocking smile, and she used the tablet
to cover her face, not letting him see the sneer on her face.
The two spent the day quietly inside the room. Stella went on a movie binge, running through each one
as she fast forwarded them at double speed. Sometimes she would simply watch the synopsis. Weston
would glance at her from time to time, and after confirming that she was sitting there, he would turn
back to work When he realized it, it was already afternoon. He looked at the time before asking, “Are
you hungry yet?” She gave no reply.
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