A happy man would always show a side of
him that was completely different from usual. If those who knew Weston saw this side of
him, they would be stunned.
He kept his words.
The next day, Stella returned to the villa, and Weston came back an hour late.
When he came back, she was sitting
on the sofa looking at the script in her hand when she saw him standing at the entrance
with a delicately packaged box in his hand.
She paused for a while and had a bad feeling. “... You‘re back.”
He hummed, walked toward her, and carried her up from the sofa.
Joan was at the side, and Stella couldn‘t help but remind him,” There‘s people around...”
Seeing him frown, Joan said immediately, “I‘ll go to the kitchen now. You two can continue...”
Stella was at a loss for words.
Then, he lowered his head to look at her. “Can I do it now?”
“Do what?”
Before she could finish, he had already kissed her.
There was a good–morning kiss before leaving in the morning, and there must be a welcome–home
kiss after returning home from work.
Even if he didn‘t stipulate it, she had noticed that there would be at least two kisses every day.
The kiss went on for
a while, and the sound of lips mashing together and tongues entangling with each other
was loud enough to make Joan leave the kitchen while feeling embarrassed.
After a long time, Weston said in a hoarse voice, “Open it and see if you like it.”
When she heard this, she slowly opened the delicately packaged velvet box.
She held her breath when she saw the dress inside the next second.
It was stunning.
No woman in this world wouldn‘t fall in love with it if they saw
such a beautiful dress.
She held the box in her hand and was so stunned that she forgot to put it down as she
was unable to describe how she felt at this moment.
Such blood–red color was scarce. Red was a very intense color. If the color was slightly
lighter, it would lose its beauty; if it was · darker, it would look old–fashioned. It needed to
be just right. Only the most standard red would give others a strong visual contact.
It was solemn but not conservative, enthusiastic but not reckless.
The surprise in her eyes was visible.
Weston smiled and caressed her hair as he asked, “Do you like it?”
Her mouth was shut tightly. Even though she didn‘t answer his question, he could see the
answer from her expression.
She reached inside the bag and carefully took out the dress.
Upon taking a closer look, she saw the smart designs of the dress.
At first glance, it seemed to be just a simple dress. However, the thin straps were made of strings of
tiny pearls. No wonder it looked so bright.
The material of the clothes was also very high–
grade, soft, and dense, and there was almost no trace of the seams. Just by looking at
the shape, one would know that it would look good on the person.
No woman would dislike beautiful things.
Stella was no exception.
The words of rejection were at the edge of her mouth, yet she couldn‘t let them out.
Her fingers rubbed slowly on the skirt. Weston looked at
her with satisfaction, took off the tie around his neck, and suddenly leaned in as he
said, “Answer my question. Do you like it?”
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