Chapter 1191
Chapter 1191 “Don‘t move. Just let me hug you for a while.”
Ste seemed to catch on to what he was doing and nced at the Cullinan through the rearview mirror.
She chuckled and made no objections.
Meanwhile, in the other car, Weston‘s eyes turned gloomy as he stared at the appalling sight of the two
people hugging. He gripped the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles turned white. He said nothing,
he just switched on the turn signal and honked
The screeching noise rang through the parking lot.
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Bradley straightened up in his seat and whispered to Ste, “He looks angry now. Do you need my
help?”
“No,” she replied. “I‘ll deal with him myself.”
“Are you sure you don‘t need my help?” Bradley asked again, staring deeply at her. Now that he had
provoked Weston‘s ire, there was no way he‘d let things go without causing some trouble.
He was, in fact, waiting for Ste to speak up, to ask for his help.
But all she did was shake her head lightly as she toyed with her earrings with her fingers. Looking away
from him, she said, “This is my problem. I‘m not about to drag
someone else in.”
So she still regarded him as an outsider, keeping him at an arm‘s length. Bradley‘s eyes darkened. He
knew that he couldn‘t be too rash about this.
He pushed the door open and got out of the car, and when he walked past the Cullinan, he paused and
looked straight into the eyes of the man inside it. Their eyes glinted in the shadows like daggers. The
temperature seemed to drop suddenly, and the air in the surroundings turned frosty.
It was only a brief nce before Bradley withdrew his gaze and turned to leave without looking back.
Ste gazed indifferently at the ck luxury car through the rearview mirror without saying or doing
anything. Once she had seen Bradley safely entering the elevator, she turned her car around and drove
away.
As expected, Weston mmed the gas pedal and started to tailgate her, seemingly without any hurry at
all, as if he was ying a cat–and–mouse game with her. Ste remained silent. Every once in a while,
her fingers tapped on the steering wheel listlessly. She drove on like that for some time until she
suddenly realized that the ck car that had been following her was gone.
She chuckled. Was that already too much for him to handle?
She shook her head. Then she gave no more thought about it and drove straight home.
When she reached the apartment, she pushed the elevator button and walked in. Suddenly, a hand
appeared out of the dark, forcing the elevator door open
Before Ste could react, a tall and muscr man with broad shoulders and a narrow waist appeared
before her. His ck inky eyes were staring fixedly at her. His strikingly handsome face was illuminated
by the elevator light, making his elegant features seem even more pronounced.
He said nothing at all. With a cold, stony face, he grabbed her wrists and dragged her out of the elevator,
just as he did at the private lounge earlier. But this time, Ste had lost all her patience for him. She
scowled at him and demanded, “Let go of me!”
The man did not seem to hear her at all. He dragged her to a dark corner nearby and pinned her on the
wall with both his hands holding her shoulders tight.
“Have you had enough fun?” he asked, his eyes peering down at her.
Ste wanted to shove him away, but he had locked her hands in ce and pressed her hard against the
wall, forcing her to look into his eyes. “I‘ll ask you again,” he repeated, “have you had enough fun?”
“What are you talking about?” she frowned. “Are you trying to threaten me again?” “I‘m not,” he
whispered, leaning down close to her ear.“ I‘m just...”
He could not finish his sentence, either because he had no idea what to say next or because he was still
lost in thoughts. It was a long while before he spoke up again with a calmer tone, whispering, “I want to
see the twins.” Ste‘s body stiffened instantly. Then she violently shoved him away as if she had just
gotten an electric shock.
“What right do you have to demand to see them?” she snapped. “Who do you think you are?!”