Stella was completely unaware of the tragic situation that was to unfold
Yvonne was right. That liquor had a very strong delayed effect. She looked at Weston deeply as if not
realizing Justin was there.
Weston looked sick when he saw Justin, but his annoyance greatly cooled after seeing her cuteness and
the way she looked at him when she was drunk.
Especially when it was right in front of Justin.
Stella‘s intimacy greatly lessened his anger. This woman seemed to know it very well. She knew how to
make him angry, and she knew exactly how to pacify him.
No matter if it was intentional or unintentional, she could always easily make his heart waver.
“If I have time, I will attend the wedding.”
Justin could only reply politely. He nodded at Weston. “I‘m sorry to have bothered you guys. Bryce is
waiting for me in the car... I wish you guys a happy wedding in advance.”
“Thank you, Mr. Hall,” Weston said.
Justin turned around and left.
It took a great deal of self–control to restrain himself from looking back, but he knew that Stella would not
look at him even if he did.
She never liked him from the beginning and had accepted his proposal solely because she wanted to be
rid of Weston at that time. It was only because of this that he managed to convince Stella to agree to it at
that time.
Everything was out in the open, clear as day.
But why did he feel so downtrodden?
The drunken Stella was obviously a bit more pleasant than usual.
He wanted to settle the score at first, but seeing her confused self, he could not make himself do it.
The car soon arrived at the apartment.
***
At the underground parking lot Stella had been very obedient along the entire journey and was only
starting to act a little silly.
With blank eyes, she leaned back on the seat and shook her shoes off her feet. “It‘s so hot...”
Weston turned off the engine and held her wobbly legs in place, securing them to the seat.
“Don’t move.”
Stella pouted in annoyance and glared at him. “You meanie ...”.
It was a non–intimidating glare, more of a coquettish one than threatening.
He unfastened the seatbelt and got out of the car. Then, he walked over to the passenger seat and
picked her up.
Feeling the sudden lightness, she hugged the man‘s neck subconsciously.
Perhaps it was because she was drunk that she clung to him a little tighter than usual.
“Don‘t you ever drop me.”
Weston was amused to hear this. “With that weight of yours, it‘s unlikely to happen.”
“Is that so...”
Stella‘s eyes glimmered as if a naughty idea came into her mind, and she started struggling.
Weston‘s voice turned hoarse. “Don‘t move.”
These two words sounded like a warning.
How could she have listened?
After all, she could use her drunkenness as a shield.
She placed her hand on his shirt and picked on his topmost button.
“What are you doing?” With his Adam‘s apple rolling up and down, he looked down at her with a
halfhearted deterrence in his eyes.
Stella smiled.
If it was not for the unusual redness on her face, he would have thought she was doing it on purpose.
“Aren‘t we going home to bed?” Stella‘s eyes were too innocent to look like she was up to no good.
“I‘ll help you undress now.”
Weston silently strode into the elevator.
The two figures reflected clearly off the metal door panels.
Their stark difference in size was apparent. In his arms, Stella looked like a tiny chick that nestled under
its mother‘s wings.
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