Chapter 292


    Chapter 292


    His only woman?


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    Ste could barely contain her derision. Did Weston really think that she’d believe that? If she was his


    only woman, then how did Guinevere’s childe about?


    Not only was Weston disrespecting her, he really took her for a fool. “I have no intention to interfere


    with your private affairs,” she told him, looking straight into his eyes. “You can have however many


    women as you please, so… can you please not interfere with my work?”


    As soon as she said that, the atmosphere grew tense. The remaining warmth on Weston’s face


    disappearedpletely and his eyes turned icy cold.


    “Did you bring this whole thing up just so I would agree to let you work?” he asked, his voice brimming


    with threats. “Yes,” Ste admitted, bracing for the worst.


    She then heard Weston’s cold, mirthlessugh.


    “Go on, then,” he said. “Tell me what sort of work this is, that you’ve risked everything for.”


    Ste had wanted to hide the truth for a little longer, but she could tell from his expressions that he


    must’ve already found out about it. If that were the case, it would be better if shee clean now to


    minimize the chances of him getting too angry about it.


    “I’ve gone for an audition with Bradley Lane,” she confessed to him. “And I’ve been epted too. I


    want to work with them starting tomorrow.”


    Weston tugged at his cor and scoffed. It really was as he had surmised.


    He knew all along that Ste had lied to him about going to the restroom. He assumed that it must’ve


    been an excuse to find a secret ce to contact someone he didn’t want her in contact with. Hence,


    once she got into the car, he had the club’s manager show him the surveince video.


    Ste’s voice in the video was almost inaudible, but Weston could read lips and he could roughly guess


    what she was saying. That was when he realized that he’d been fooled by her all this time. She’d been


    telling him that she was going out to meet Roger at the university, but she’d actually been at a film set


    all along.


    “I have to say that was pretty impressive of you,” he jeered. “You’ve been pulling the wool over my eyes


    for so long!”


    “I didn’t mean to deceive you,” Ste defended herself. “If I did, I wouldn’t have told you about it just


    now, would I?”


    “You only told me because you realized that it’s impossible to hide it from me any longer,” he argued.


    “Don’t think for a second that I don’t know what’s on your mind right now!” At that moment, Weston


    hated his ability to see through people’s minds. He fixed his stare at


    the woman in front of him. He still saw the same pair of crystal clear eyes, but there was no longer any


    love or affection for him as there used to be. “You’ve been doing what I’ve explicitly told you not to,


    haven’t you, hmm?” Ste wanted to shove Weston’s hands away, but when faced with those rage-


    filled eyes of his, she couldn’t help but stay still and close her eyes. She braced herself and reached up


    to nt a light kiss between his brows. “I really didn’t mean to deceive you,” she murmured. “I just


    couldn’t find the right time to tell you.”


    This sudden bold move of hers stunned him for a moment.


    He was just about to explode in fury, yet a little kiss was all it took to extinguish his boiling rage.


    He couldn’t possibly let her off so easily, though.


    “Did you think that you can get away just by doing that?” he asked, the embers in his eyes still glowing


    red.


    But Ste was not done. She pulled his cor toward her, leaned over till she almost brushed against


    his lips, and kissed his chin. Then she moved down to his neck, nting little butterfly kisses along the


    way, tenderly stimting his pleasure. They’d done things like this countless times when they were


    married, but it had always been Weston who started it and Ste at the receiving end. She might have


    responded eagerly sometimes, but it was nowhere near enough to satiate his appetite.


    He was more ustomed to pinning her down, having his way with her. Yet now, each movement of


    hers drove him insane. She had never been this way before.


    Weston realized that his feelings were hanging by a thread, one that had its other end tied around


    Ste’s finger. The slightest gesture from her could ignite the me of desire that burned in his whole


    body. “Don’t try to distract me,” he muttered in a hoarse voice.


    Weston tried to push her away, but Ste wrapped her arms around him as if she was made of jelly


    “All I want to do is to give it a try,” she purred. “Bradley Lane told me that I have some potential in


    acting. I just want to see how well I can do. Please?”