Chapter 1193


    Chapter 1193 Not this again…


    Not Weston acting all passionate again.


    “Let go of me now!” Ste yelled, glowering as she pushed him away.


    But Weston didn‘t budge. He just kept gazing at her, searching for something.


    Ste took a deep breath and told him, “Don‘t make me hate you more than I already do.”


    Those words instantly made him ease his grasp on her ever so slightly.


    But as soon as she sensed that his grip was loosening, Ste took the chance and shoved him forcefully


    away and said, “It‘s gettingte. You should go home now, Mr. Ford.”


    Then she turned and left straight away.


    She headed towards the elevator and pressed the button.


    Weston didn‘t follow her this time. He just stood there in the dark corner, his gaze steadily following her


    every move, with eyes so dark and profound that they seemed to be merging with the darkness of the


    night. Ste watched him through the gap in the elevator door.


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    For a moment, she thought she could perceive an indelible sadness and loneliness radiating from his


    body.


    Her heart was calm and unmoved, however.


    The elevator door closed, blocking off her sight. Ste looked down and immediately tossed the images


    of what just happened out of her mind, thinking nothing more of it.


    Ste pushed the door open, and the first thing she did was call out for Elias and Emma.


    Nobody answered. She turned around, and her eyes met Miguel‘s displeased gaze.


    “Why are you home sote?” he asked. Ste froze for a moment before responding, “What are you


    doing here?” “I heard from the nanny that you‘d be out this evening,” he exined. “And I came to make


    sure everything‘s alright. The two ruffians are asleep.”


    “Oh,” Ste replied simply. She tossed the keys into the bowl near the entrance, changed her shoes, and


    walked inside.


    As Miguel noticed her cool and calm demeanor, he suddenly felt as if his heart was shrouded by a


    heavy


    gloomy cloud. It seemed that, in her eyes, he was nothing more than a brother.


    She was always calm and at ease around him because he was just a family member. There was never


    any spark between them that there should be between a man and a woman.


    Ste had barely taken a few steps inside her house when she suddenly felt her waist encircled by a pair


    of muscr arms. She turned around and saw Miguel rushing up toward her and hugging her from


    behind.


    “Ste...” he only managed to murmur her name before she swiftly pushed him away.


    “What are you doing?!” she snapped , visibly agitated.“ Let go of me!” “I saw him just now...” said Miguel.


    “The man who sent you home was Weston, right? I saw his car downstairs.”


    “No,” she replied. She took a deep breath and told him,” I drove home myself. I didn‘t ask him to send me


    home.”


    “Then what was he doing here?” Miguel demanded. He stepped forward and looked straight into her


    eyes. “How would he know that you live here?”


    Ste stepped back to get away from Miguel until her back was up against her bedroom door. From there


    on, there was no more room for retreat.


    “I‘ve told you many times,” she said in a helpless tone, her eyes staring at a random spot on the floor.


    “We can never be anything more than family... Stop acting this way, Miguel.” Miguel‘s eyes reddened the


    instant he heard this.


    “It‘s him, isn‘t it? Everything‘s been fine between us in the past three years, but the moment he came


    back into your life, you started rejecting me. What‘s going on, Ste?”