Chapter 804


    Chapter 804


    Sometimes, Ste was truly dumbstruck by Weston.


    And


    right now was one of those instances. As she was ying with his pants, she inadvertently lifted up the


    hem and exposed his socks. She was surprised to find that even his socks were of high quality and loo


    ked elegant.


    How meticulous could this man be?


    Sensing her movements, Weston reached down and stroked her hair, trying to soothe the


    naughty vixen. But Ste suddenly snatched his hand and refused to let it go.


    Weston frowned slightly and managed to pull his hand away with some


    force. He then pinched her cheek as punishment. Ste epted it and rubbed his fingers gently in res


    ponse. And so Weston multitasked as best as he could–


    on the one hand, he conducted a serious meeting with his partners about a multi–billion–


    dor project, and on the other, teased and yed with Ste under the desk on the other.


    Daisy was frantically jotting down the minutes of the meeting –


    her work made that much more intensive, no thanks to three differentnguages being spoken in the


    room. But even so, she still found time to nce over at Weston from time to time.


    After all, Ste was not the only woman there to find


    that Weston was at his most charismatic and alluring when


    he was hard at work. Daisy was so enchanted that she found it hard to even look away from Weston.


    There was a short break in the meeting. Daisy took the opportunity to speak up.


    “Would you like some coffee to freshen up, Mr. Ford?”


    As soon as she spoke , Ste could somehow sense that there was a trace of suppressed affection in


    Daisy‘s voice when she spoke to Weston. She wasn‘t sure, but it still made the smile on her


    face vanish. She even let


    go of Weston‘s handpletely. Weston peered down at her. There was a hint of a smile in his eyes w


    hen he noticed her expressions.


    He looked up at Daisy, his face returning to its former


    stoniness. “No, thank you.”


    Daisy‘s eyes glimmered. She was not willing to give up just yet.


    “Ben told me that you don‘t like instant coffee,” she added enthusiastically , “so I‘ve set up


    a coffee machine in the secretarial office so we can make fresh–


    brewed coffee just for you. Would you like to try it?”


    Ste listened as Daisy spoke. Her eyes darted and, without warning, crawled forward


    and bit down hard on Weston‘s finger. Weston was beginning to get irritated by


    Daisy, and he was about to respond when he felt a sharp prick hurting his finger.


    “Ow!” he hissed sharply under his breath. His expressions changed visibly, and he


    glowered at the woman under his desk as a warning, telling her to keep it together.


    Ste could read his expressions, but she cheekily raised her eyebrows to taunt him further.


    The two of them locked eyes for a few moments, but the rest of the party had no idea


    of Ste‘s presence under the desk, so they presumed that Weston was getting angry for some reason.


    They all looked at each other restlessly in silence.


    Daisy was utterly dismayed. She thought that she must‘ve


    somehow crossed the line and exposed her true feelings


    for Weston. She was so on edge that she didn‘t dare to even breathe.


    What if Weston really found out that she liked him? What then? She simply shouldn‘t have been


    so impetuous!


    Perhaps the sight of E downstairs earlier had triggered an urge topete, and that led


    to her loss ofposure.


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    She paused and


    considered it for a moment, then said, “ It’s been a long meeting, Mr. Ford. I’m sure the guests are tired


    I prepare some fresh–brewed coffee for everyone?”


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    Weston nced at her without


    a thread of emotion on his face. Daisy stood stiffly, waiting for his response with bated


    breath He ced a hand on the desk and drummed his fingers impatiently on the


    document in front of him. Ste took this opportunity to grab the hand that had been holding her


    head firmly and started to nibble at his fingers.


    Weston‘s brows furrowed; his expressions turning strange.


    Daisy noticed this change very clearly and asked, “Mr. Ford, are you feeling unwell?”


    Her gaze shifted to the desk. She was sure now that there was something going on underneath it.


    Ste


    could hear Daisy‘s encroaching footsteps. The rest of the room was dead silent. If she was to be discove