To Stella, Weston had become no different from Guinevere—a control freak who toyed with people’s lives at will.
His fingers tightened around her, his grip conveying his displeasure. Stella, however, didn’t flinch. She met his gaze without hesitation. “Stop wasting time and tell me. What do I have to do to make you let me go?”
The hint of gentleness in Weston’s eyes faded as he stared at her, his words deliberate and clear. “Never.”
Stella never imagined that Weston would one day drive her to work. She sat in the passenger seat, her face a mask of indifference. Weston tapped his fingers rhythmically on the steering wheel, occasionally glancing at her. The sleek black Cullinan turned heads wherever it went. A car like this attracted attention—luxury and status, rolled into one.
When they neared the training center, Stella finally spoke, her voice breaking the silence. “Drop me off at the next intersection. I’ll walk the rest of the way.”
Weston raised an eyebrow. “Why? You don’t want others to see us?”
Stella gave a bitter laugh. “Mr. Ford, you’re a family man now. I’ve told you before—if I tell others that I’m being forced, I’ll get a bad name. You might not care about that, but I do.”
Weston frowned, his brow furrowed as he considered her words. “Relax. No one will dare to say anything about you behind your back.”
Stella’s expression didn’t change. She knew Weston had the power to protect anyone, if he so desired. But she couldn’t shake the feeling that his sudden interest in her was fleeting, a whim that might disappear just as quickly as it had come. She wasn’t concerned with his thoughts or plans. She unbuckled her seatbelt and got out of the car.
Weston didn’t try to stop her. He had seen her stubbornness this morning, and he wasn’t expecting her to change overnight. For him, even the most challenging projects took time. He never lost, and this was no different. If he wanted her, he would have her in his arms, eventually.
After watching Stella walk into the building, Weston lit a cigarette in his car, taking a few moments to himself before heading to the company.
The Ford Corporation had several branches in Fern City, and after thinking it over, Weston decided to move several key projects from Ahn City. His visit to Lowe Garden last night had been a scouting trip, but he hadn’t expected to run into Stella. Things had spiraled from there.
When Weston arrived at the office, the receptionist was quick to greet him, her voice filled with urgency. “Mr. Ford, Ms. Cohen wants to see you!”
Weston stopped, a frown appearing on his face as annoyance crept in. “I see.”
He turned to the receptionist. “From now on, anyone who wants to see me must make an appointment.”
“Understood, Mr. Ford,” the receptionist replied.
Weston stepped into the elevator, his face impassive as he watched the floor numbers change. The elevator doors opened directly into his office.
As soon as he stepped out, a familiar figure rushed toward him. “Weston, why didn’t you answer the phone last night? I was so worried. I thought something had happened to you…”
Guinevere’s eyes were filled with concern as she clung to him, her voice breaking with a hint of distress. “Do you know how scared I was?”
Weston didn’t respond to her hug. After a few moments, he gently pulled her hands away and asked, “What’s the matter?”
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