Chapter 75


    Chapter 75


    Weston took a sip from the wine ss Ste held to his lips,


    However, Ste’s hand shook and some of the wine spilled out, staining Weston’s pristine white shirt


    Instead of making the shirt look dirty, the dark red stains added a dangerous, menacing aura to


    Weston.


    He was half-shrouded in darkness, and the other half under dim light. He looked just like half an angel


    and half a devil.


    Ste immediately put the ss down. “I’m sorry about this.”


    She pulled out some napkins, intending to clean up the mess.


    Her hand suddenly paused in mid-air as she hesitated, “Mr. Ford, perhaps you should do it yourself.”


    Weston kept silent and stared right into her eyes. He reached out, grabbed her wrist, and maneuvered


    her hand to press the napkin onto his shirt.


    The positions of the stains were slightly awkward.


    Ste pulled her hand back instinctively, but Weston held her hand in ce forcefully.


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    He led her hand in wiping his shirt, stroke by stroke.


    He fixed his dark, ck eyes so intensely on Ste that it made her ears turn red. The sight made him


    hook his lips, satisfied with her reaction. “Be more careful. If you spill a second


    time, I won’t let you off so easily.”


    Ste heard his innuendo filled remark, and was left confused.


    What in the world was he thinking now?


    She clenched her first, Just then, his phone rang like a police siren that cut through the air.


    She listed her gaze and saw him furrow his brows, clearly displeased. He simply nced at the


    iing caller and flung his phone aside.


    Despite how quickly he did so, Ste still managed to see the name on the screen.


    The name pulled her rudely back to reality as she sneered at the man before her. “Not picking up the


    call?”


    “Not even if it’s Guinevere calling?”


    Her voice was thick with provocation


    Weston felt frustration simmering in him.


    He evaded Ste’s gaze, but sull did not pick up his call. He simply picked up the wine ss on the


    table and took a sip. A whileter, the phone stopped buzzing, indicating that Guinevere had most likely


    given up. “It’s already sote. Mr. Ford, aren’t you intending to go home and keep your wife and child


    Weston saw the contempt and disdain in her demeanor and had a sudden urge to smoke a


    cigarette.


    He wasn’t addicted to smoking, but ever since the day Ste jumped off the building, he would fall back


    into his smoking habit.


    He lit up another cigarette. Flinging his lighter onto the table which made a clunking sound of metal as


    it hit the ss, he said out of the blue, “I’m not married.”


    He spoke in a deep, low voice, yet despite the noise and chaos around them, Ste could hear what he


    said loud and clear. Her fingers stiffened up for a split second before she smiled gently. “Indeed. You’ve


    re married, in fact.”


    Weston’s eyes turned cold as he nced at her. “You know what I mean.”


    Ste’s nails dug into her flesh.


    She knew, yet she did not.


    Or rather, she did not want to know.


    All along, a question had always been on her mind: Why was Weston able to appear so openly and


    calmly before her?


    Between herself and Guinevere, he chose Guinevere without hesitation and simply let her walk to her


    own death. Yet, right now, he was pestering her tantly and without shame. What right did he have to


    behave as he pleased?


    Silence ensued between them.


    Fatigue washed over Ste. “What exactly do you want?” After stubbing out a cigarette when he was


    done with it, he looked deeply at her, “Come with me.”