Chapter 475


    Chapter 475


    With the club packed to its brim like canned sardines, there was no guarantee that they wouldn’t bump


    into an acquaintance here, which would cause more trouble. Ste definitely  didn’t want that.


    “If you’re worried about people recognizing us,” said Weston, stroking her hair gently, “then just rx


    and have fun. Let me deal with the rest.” “No,” she shook her head. “It’s fine. I don’t like this kind of


    ce anyway.” “You don’t? Why did youe here then?” “Only because it looked exciting. We didn’t


    even have that much fun thest time I was here with Yvonne.” Weston suddenly stopped in his tracks


    and gave Ste a strange look. “Why not?” he asked. “Did you not like that pianist?” “I was only


    enjoying the music he yed,” she grumbled, ring at him. “Why did you have to use that usatory


    tone with me?”


    Weston had put it as if she had cheated on him with that pianist.


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    “Just remember not to do that kind of thing again,”he warned her, pinching her nose. “You know I don’t


    like it.”


    He had begun to show his possessiveness more boldly in front of her now. Ste said nothing. Though


    she didn’t like it, she had no intention of disobeying him. As they made their way to the private lounge,


    Ste droned on about Yvonne. “Thest time I was on the phone with her, she was fighting with her


    husband again. I wonder if they’ve made up by now…”


    It wasn’t clear whether Weston was listening to her. His expressions were calm, and he kept his replies


    short and simple. After a while, he rubbed his temples, looked at her, and asked, “Is she so great that


    you have to keep talking about her?” “Mm-hmm!” Ste nodded. “She’s probably the only friend I have


    in this city.” As she spoke, she suddenly turned gloomy. Ste had always felt like Yvonne was too


    good for her. She was such a vivacious, loyal, and kind friend, but as for Ste…


    No matter how she looked at it, Ste realized that she was just a kept woman. By being friends with


    her, she was worried that she would cause Yvonne trouble, even if Yvonne had never taken any of


    these things to heart. With this in mind, Ste suddenly turned to Weston and told him, “Can I ask you


    to keep the things between us between ourselves and not drag anyone else into it? You must know that


    she never meant to challenge you; she just couldn’t sit idle while I was…”


    Weston snorted derisively as he watched Ste get so worked up trying to protect Yvonne. He went


    silent for a while before asking her, “Do you really think of me as the kind of person who likes to harass


    people for my own amusement?”


    Ste pursed her lips and said nothing.


    Weston was exactly that kind of person in her mind. Even Yvonne was a little wary of him, proving that


    it wasmon knowledge that he was a ruthless man not to be messed with. “Don’t worry,” he assured


    her. “I know she’s your friend, so I won’t do anything to her as long as you remain a good girl.” Their


    rtionship was on the mend right now. He didn’t want any outsider toe between them and mess it


    up. He also hated seeing her being scared of him. Ste quietly let out a sigh of relief. She then


    suddenly realized something.


    “By the way,” she began, “if you don’t like listening to me talk about these things, then I won’t…”


    “It’s fine,” he interrupted her. “You can talk about anything you like.” He then called the waiter and


    ordered a ss of wine and a mocktail. When the order came, he nudged the mocktail towards her.


    “You don’t have to be so cautious when you’re with me. Just rx.” Truth be told, he hadpletely no


    interest in what Ste was talking about, but if it made her happy, he would dly listen to her all day.


    Ste thought that none of this would ever have happened when they were married. She remembered


    always being careful of what she said, fearing that she might annoy or bore him if she said the wrong


    thing. Not once had she gossipped in front of him when they lived together as husband and wife, afraid


    she’d waste his time.


    The man she was married to would never take time out of his working day to hang out with her in a club


    the whole afternoon the way he was doing now. It was something that she would never even dare to


    hope for back then.