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Since it was a birthday banquet, Stella was in elegant and modest attire that matched Weston’s. She
wore a pale gold flowing dress, the same color as Weston's tie.
When they stood together, it was obvious that they were a couple.
“My plants are still in the car," Stella told him.
“They will get stuffy.” Weston glanced at her.
“It’ll be just for a few days.Why did you have to bring them? Are they so valuable?”
“I raised them with care.What’s wrong with that?” she argued.
“As long as it makes you happy." Weston reserved his comments whenever it came to small matters
such as these, though he felt that she had become a bit too obsessed with those potted plants.
They were just some flowers Zeta gave to them.
They were not worth much either, and he failed to understand why she treasured them so much.
“I will get the chauffeur to send them to your room.You can tend to them during the interval.”
Seeing that Stella seemed relieved , he teased her.
"They are just a few pots of flowers, but you seem to raise them as children.” Stella paused for a
moment, and herface stiffened.
After a moment, she smiled.
"Can't I? Anyway, I don't have any children of my own, but it’s enough that I have flowers and plants or
something to take care of.” The matter of children had always been a thorn in their hearts.
Weston stopped talking and brought her into the mansion.
In the hall.
Warren was sitting in a mahogany seat in the middle, looking hale and hearty with his old friends
surrounding him.
Almost all were once prominent figures who could only be seen on TV and in newspapers.
“I didn’t expect time to pass so quickly.In a blink of an eye, we are already old creatures with one foot in
the grave!”
“Don’t say that, Lee! Look at how energetic Warrenis.I bet he will live a hundred years, which means
he still has · twenty years left!”
“Let us all have a hundred years!”
“Hahaha! You bet!”
There was laughter among the elders.
The younger generation, however, went about their business and left the elders to their devices.
Weston first brought Stella to greet Warren.
“ Grandfather.” Stella followed suit obediently.
“Grandfather, happy birthday.”.
Soon the hall fell into silence.
All the eyes moved in the same direction, looking at Stella.
She had not made a public appearance since the grand wedding, and many were very curious about
what had become of her.
As Weston had never brought her out, it was a rare chance to see her in person.
This meant Stella would naturally grab a lot of attention.
When Warren saw her, he did not show much expression on his face, nor did he flare up.
“You came." He swept a glance at the couple, and his eyes paused for a moment on Stella, but he did
notsay anything.
“It’s good that you came.Just help yourself.”
“Okay, Grandfather.We will greet the other people first and come back later.”
“Go ahead.” Warren’s old friends stared at Stella.
It was only after Weston left with her, that they began discussing
“She is quịte good-looking.Weston is so blessed!”
It was definitely necessary to say good things on such an occasion.
“Young people nowadays have their own opinions, unlike us, who'd go for matchmaking sessions and
obey your parents' decisions.
They simply want who they like." Warren did not speak, neither opposing nor agreeing.
When his friends saw his reaction, they knew that it wasn’t a topic he wanted to discuss, and they
quickly changed topics.
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