Weston whipped out his own phone and swiped through it, but Guinevere’s post was not visible from
his account. He chuckled coolly as a horrible glare appeared in his eyes. Beside him, Ben was
sweating bullets-he had almost never seen such a reaction from Weston before. “Mr. Ford…”
“Postpone all appointments for the day. We’re paying the film crew a visit.”
“But…” Ben could not help trying to dissuade Weston.
“You might upset Miss Cohen…” “Can’t you tell that she’s doing this on purpose?” Weston’s expression
turned darker. Ben promptly lowered his head. “I mean… You’re going to draw a lot of attention if you
suddenly show up for Ella Steele’s sake, and she wouldn’t want that to happen…’ And that was the
truth.
Weston closed his eyes, remembering that dignity and reputation mattered more than
anything else to Stella. The fact that he had forced her to stay with him was no different from taking
away her wings, and if everyone realized that she was his, he could imagine how embarrassed she
would be.
He just could not get it-why would she keep those unnecessary moral codes? What was going on
between them was common in society, and there was so much he could give her, and yet she refused
everything.
“I don’t want to see her get hurt again,” Weston growled as if to himself, suddenly opening his eyes
again. Ben watched his reaction and quietly sighed.
Although he was Weston’s longest serving assistant and one of his most loyal subordinates, he had no
idea who Weston was actually more interested in-Guinevere or Stella.
In the case of the former, aside from being in her company out of courtesy, Weston appeared to have
no intention of lingering around her unnecessarily.
And yet, in the case of the latter, Weston was reluctant to even make her his legitimate partner -even
on the most elementary level.
Given what Ben knew about Weston, he was never one who willingly went with his family’s
arrangements, and yet his marriage to Guinevere was not a simple marriage of convenience between
the Cohens and the Fords either.
Naturally, Ben just could not understand why the legendary king of commerce, known for being
decisive and inspiring fear among the masses, would be so terrible in relationships.
***
After trying and failing countless times, Stella poised herself again and asked Bradley, “Ready for
another round?”
At first, Bradley thought that it was ideal to have Stella make it through the sequence as soon as
possible, but as he studied her condition, he could not help suggesting, “You should take a break. Don’t
rush things.” “No, I think I’m getting the hang of it,” Stella replied, wiping sweat off her brow. “Let’s go
again-I’ll make it this time!”
Hearing her say that, Bradley naturally nodded. “Don’t push yourself. Just do what you can.”
“Yeah.” Stella grinned. “I know my limits.”
Just as she finished, her assistant held out a bottle of water at her. “Please have a drink first.”
Stella took the bottle and slowly drank up half of it, before returning it to her assistant and said,
“Thanks.” Nearby, Guinevere was watching them, her initial catharsis having since faded. She had
wanted to watch as ‘Ella Steele’ made a fool of herself, only for everyone to offer a helping hand.
That was something she simply could not understand-was everyone taking pity on her just because
she appeared delicate?
‘What a pretentious woman,’ she thought to herself. In fact, she had never liked Ella, and now actually
felt disgust toward her. It was not just her face either-Ella’s very existence annoyed Guinevere!
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