Chapter 287


    Chapter 287


    Weston Ford took her by the waist. “Ignore him. He has always been that way.”


    Ste Sealey nodded and followed him to the changing room.


    Though the billiards ce didn’t require a strict dress code, Ste had no idea that Weston would bring


    her along. Since skirts were hard to move around in, she really wasn’t dressed for the asion. Hence,


    she asked an attendant for a change of clothes.


    It was just simple sportswear, but Ste appeared clean and fresh in the white and blue as if she could


    bring out something different about those clothes. Weston walked up to her then, reaching out to stroke


    her dangling locks of hair before brushing them behind her head. “Which would you prefer?” he asked.


    Ste did a double-take. “You’re helping me with my hair?”


    Weston did not answer and simply held out a palm at her. Understanding the gesture, Ste put her


    hair tie on it and sat in front of the dressing mirror, watching as he fiddled with it between his fingers.


    However, he ended up trying repeatedly and endlessly as if having a feud, unsatisfied with the result no


    matter how many times he tried.


    “Are you trying to do my hair or experimenting on me? That’s quite enough…” “Nope.” Weston promptly


    cut her short. “Why are you so impatient?” Eventually, he pulled her hair together and tried a few more


    times before tying it into something satisfactory.


    Ste shook her hair, but the hair tie was already sliding downwards the instant she moved.” It’s too


    loose.” Weston merely pressed her on the arms and said, “This will do.” After all, with Ste’s hair


    draped a little loosely over her shoulder above the hair tie, she appeared much milder.


    Weston caressed her on the cheeks while he looked into her eyes in the mirror.


    A little ufortable from his stare, Ste was about to avert his eyes when Weston lifted her chin and


    kissed her.


    There was such a gap between their respective heights that Ste felt her neck be sore whenever


    she raised her face to kiss him, and the way he always ced a hand on her nape and stroked it


    without stopping only made matters worse-her neck felt like it would snap by the time he pulled away.


    Nheless, Weston appeared dissatisfied this time. He scooped her off her bench and held her


    above himself while keeping a hand behind her head. For once, she leaned downward, allowing him to


    kiss her as freely as he wanted. There was no telling how much time had passed when Weston finally


    pulled away,pping at


    the corners of her lips. “Now, let’s teach you how to y pool,” he croaked in a hoarse voice. Though


    Se had no idea what he was up to, she tamely followed him out of the changing room anyway. Xavier


    Ford, still outside, was enjoying his game as much as he wanted, when he turned towards them after


    hearing the door open. His gaze changed when he saw that Ste had changed, and he almost


    whistled at her-he would not have held back at all if not for a warning look from the man beside her.


    He merely held his cue stick vertically as he leaned against the pool table, gesturing with his chin, “The


    clothes do make the woman.” Weston shot him a cool look, and Xavier caught his cue.


    “I know, I know-she’s the apple of your eye, so I’m not going to tease her.” “As long as you’re aware,”


    Weston said and lit himself a cigarette, taking two puffs casually. The white smoke he left around him


    somehow entuated his facial features, though, Ste also noticed that he was actually rxed.


    With two buttons unbuttoned on his cored ck shirt, he had rolled up his sleeves over his thick


    forearms, revealing his chiseled muscles and the power that seemed to be slumbering beneath his


    shirt.


    Tapping his lighter against the pool table, he beckoned at Ste with his chin. “Come. Let’s start with


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