But the moment she stood up, he stood up as well, and instinctively grabbed her wrist. “Ella!”
As though scalded by hot water, Stella forcefully shook her hand off. “We are at school, Mr. Hall!
Please control yourself.”
After that, she left. Justin chased after her, but looking at her back, he stopped in the end. He stood in
the gazebo, lost and full of despair.
What he did not know was that in a hidden corner, a man had just taken a photo on his cellphone,
where the image of the two people holding hands was clearly captured.
***
In the ward.
Initially, Xavier had planned to go to Henry, but thanks to what happened on the balcony, he didn’t want
to stay any longer. He found an excuse and left in a hurry. Henry was fiddling with another potted plant
Weston had brought for him absent-mindedly when he suddenly said, “Your uncle is rather obtuse.”
Weston didn’t even look up. “What did he tell you just now?” “Nothing. He was just probing.” He pushed
his wheelchair and put the potted plant in the shade.
Then, he came back. “Don’t give me these things again. I don’t like them.” “Why do you have so many
then?” He put down the newspaper and rubbed his eyebrows. “Tell me what you like.” “How
generous… Will you give me anything I want?”
“Say it.”
“Are you this generous with those women of yours?” “Which woman?” Weston sniffed and asked with a
raised eyebrow.
It was rare that he would even talk about this.
Henry sneered without saying anything. “You’ve been a bit out of line lately. Guinevere will not just
stand and watch.”
He was implying something, prompting Weston to stare at him intensely with his dark eyes.
But he did not respond and simply said, “Pull it together. After all, I was the one who let you have her.
Be nice to her.”
His tone was flat as if he was saying something unimportant.
Weston shook his head. “I can’t hear how solemn your advice is.”
“Did you mean it when you said you would give me anything I want?” Weston replied, “You are a
Moore. Do you really need me to get anything for you?” “You are being too humble, Mr. Ford. Who
doesn’t know that Weston Ford is among the richest men in the nation? You were so generous to a bar
girl in Lowe Garden, giving her a villa without a second thought,” he reminded.
Weston finally understood what he was talking about and laughed. “Guinevere came to you?”
“I didn’t say anything,” Henry said, raising both his hands while looking innocent. “I’ve always been
tight-lipped. I don’t talk about other people’s secrets.” “I know.” Weston stood up and put his suit jacket
on his arm. “Thanks a lot,” he said as he patted Henry’s shoulders. “Don’t. It has nothing to do with me.
If she knows about it, she will be very sad. Can’t you just behave yourself?”
“You don’t know about what happened that year.” Weston’s eyes suddenly turned cold.
Henry looked at his sullen, cold face and wanted to say something but Weston interrupted. “I will help
you keep an eye on that little bodyguard. Just don’t get your hopes up. She’s probably already…”
He did not say the rest of the words.
Seeing Henry’s cold face, Weston knew he understood what he meant and left without saying another
word.
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