Michael Sealey was a man who yearned for total control in all circumstances.
Stella had always looked up to him as an affable and friendly man in her young ignorant days, but she
finally realized that he was actually your classic two-faced hypocrite.
“Of course not. Why would you think that way? We aren’t close, and just because I look like your
relative…” She left her sentence hanging as a sign of her tacit rejection, and Michael caught her hint.
“Pardon me for bothering you. Why don’t I treat you to a cup of coffee?”
“There’s no need for that.”
“Please, give me a chance to express my apology,” Michael insisted sincerely.
“Really, there’s no need.” Stella furrowed her brows to express her annoyance.
“All right, in that case, I shan’t bother you any longer.” Michael knew that it was time for him to draw the
line.
“But please, at least let me give you a ride?”
Stella opened her mouth to reject him, but before she
could speak, someone put an arm around her shoulders, and she felt herself being pulled into a familiar
embrace.
“This is…?”
A low voice asked from above her head. Stella looked up and stared right into Weston’s eyes. He wore
a smart suit; his face was exquisite as usual, with his entire appearance as eye-catching and stunning
as they came. His gaze softened as he looked back at Stella. “Have you been waiting for long?”
Michael’s interest was piqued the moment he saw Weston, who had suddenly appeared. “Is this… Mr.
Ford of Ford Corporation?”
Weston turned to look at him. “It seems you know me.”
“Of course, the illustrious Mr. Ford. Famous even overseas,” Michael stuck his hand out. “I’m Michael
Sealey, General Manager of Chroma Inc.” Weston shook hands with him, though he looked
disinterested in the man.
With his other hand still around Stella’s shoulders, Weston pushed her into his side with more force.
“Done shopping?”
Stella nodded. “Nothing really caught my eye…”
“Thien, let’s head back.”
Stella nodded.
“Hang on!” Michael stopped them with a smile on his face. “Meeting here all together shows that we
have an affinity. Why don’t I treat you both to a meal?”
Weston didn’t reply to him immediately but instead lowered his head toward Stella.
She remained silent as she subtly drew a cross on his palm with her finger.
Weston chuckled lowly and grasped her finger in his palm. He turned to Michael and said, “I’m sorry,
but we have somewhere to go. If you have any issues, feel free to make an appointment with my
assistant.”
His response clearly expressed his unwillingness to entertain Michael. Keeping things business-like
and professional was sometimes akin to a rejection. Michael naturally understood this and accepted
Weston’s name card with regret in his heart.
“Pardon me for bothering you two.” The expression on Weston’s face remained unchanged, clearly
unaffected by Michael’s presence.
Michael turned to glance at Stella a few more times before finally taking his leave, though he said
nothing more.
The view of his back disappearing in the distance made Stella finally heave a sigh of relief. Weston
continued holding her shoulders and pulling her into his embrace. “Nervous?”
Stella shook her head, her face dark with displeasure.
He remained silent as he guided her in another direction. When they were in the car, Stella shut her
eyes before suddenly turning to him. “Why aren’t you asking me who that man was?”
Weston looked back at her. “Should I be asking you?”
Stella chuckled, “In the past, you cared about someone like Justin Hall. I thought you would question
me…”
Weston furrowed his brows, “You seem to think I’m a man who gets jealous easily.”
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