Guinevere saw the subtle change in Stella’s expression, and she gradually straightened herself up, “Ella…” Stella composed herself, hiding all traces of emotions from her face. She rested her chin on her hands and asked pensively, “Ms. Cohen, why are you sharing all these with me?” Guinevere’s chest that had tightened upon seeing the expression on Stella’s face just now relaxed. This Ella always gave a strange vibe, and she couldn’t help but associate her with Stella. Now that she observed her reaction towards her words, she looked like she genuinely did not care about what happened to Stella…was she really not Stella? Guinevere opened her mouth, “Pardon me, it must be because I think you look so much like her that I couldn’t help but share a little more…” “There’s no point sharing so much with me. I’m not her.” Stella cut her off, “Also, I’m not so close to you, Ms. Cohen. Not everyone throws themselves at every famous celebrity they come across and clamor to hear such m
The look in his eyes was terrifying. With the restricted space in the car, Stella could feel the chill in her bones. She looked coldly at the man before her, and whatever remnant of past affection she had for him instantly vanished. “I said, can you please stop… mm!” Before she could repeat her entire sentence, Weston pressed his fingers against her lips. His body hovered over hers, almost covering her entire body. There was a split second where he almost wanted to cover her mouth with his when he heard the words he hated. Yet, he decided against that and simply put his fingers to her lips with a dark look in his eyes. “Stella Sealey, don’t anger me.” Their gazes locked. Stella couldn’t help but tremble. She clenched her fists, her guard clearly up. Weston remained in the position for a long time and, as if suddenly losing interest, he sat up straight and said, “Sit tight.” After what had happened, Stella knew how unpleasant this man’s temperament was.She didn’t w
“You could have rejected her invitation.” “Even if I did, she would be able to find another way to probe me,” Stella said mockingly, “Mr. Ford, you’re very similar to her. You should be aware of how people like you and Ms. Cohen behave. Even though I refuse to meet with you, I find myself in your car against my will.” Free will was a false notion given the difference in their status. It was a pity that Stella only understood this cruel reality after paying a hefty price. The car stopped in a suburban neighborhood. It was a relatively deserted place, with no cars in sight even after a long period. Weston flicked the ashes of his cigarette as smoke wrapped around his fingers. The deep, dark lines along his side profile looked even more mysterious under the smoke. Stella waited for a long while, but he never opened his mouth.She unfastened her seatbelt. “Mr. Ford, what exactly do you want?” “Keep away from Gwen.” The four words sliced through her heart like a knife.
Now, she had a temperament that contrasted starkly with that of the past. Weston knew that clearly, but he did not want her to get used to behaving like this. He could only accept people obeying his orders. He still preferred how submissive she used to be. “I repeat: Get in the car.” The silvery black luxury car inched forward alongside the lone woman walking on the road. Weston followed right next to her, staring straight ahead without looking at her, “Stella Sealey, don’t be a fool.” He gave an ultimatum, “There are no taxis for hire around. Do you intend to just walk home?” Stella slowed down in her steps and looked at him, “So what? What does it have to do with you?” Upon her words, an engine revving rang into the night sky. Weston stepped on the accelerator and sped off without a word. In the wake of the smell of burnt rubber and flying dust, Stella was stunned for a moment by the car that left so suddenly, then she chuckled self-derisively. Weston Ford was t
The woman yelled out curses as the car receded into the distance. Stella looked away. She was about to leave when she heard the woman shouting at her.“Hey! What’s your name?”Stella paused her steps. She turned around and looked at the woman but said nothing.“Why are you all alone in such a place?” the woman continued, not minding that Stella didn’t answer her question. “Hmph! I bet you got dumped by a scumbag just like me, didn’t you?”Stella raised her brows. The woman wasn’t wrong… She shrugged wearily.“Do you want to walk home together?” Stella asked.“No,” the woman shook her head. “It’s your lucky day. I just called someone to pick me up. You can come along with us.”Stella gave it a good thought before she finally agreed.“Thank you,” she said earnestly.“Oh, don’t worry about it. We’re in the same boat, after all! Remember this, my friend. Let’s never get involved with scumbags, ever again!”“Yes,” Stella laughed. “I agree!”Meanwhile, in the car on the road ahead
Back at the Ford mansion, Guinevere had just gotten the report. She turned each page slowly, scrutinizing each and every word.They really were two different people. But how was that possible? It was indeed an outcome that she had hoped for, but it was all too outlandish. But still, everything had been spelled out in black and white, in the report in front of her, so it had to be true.Guinevere sighed in relief. Thank goodness she wasn’t that woman. Thank goodness Ella Steele was just Ella Steele after all. As long as she wasn’t Stella Sealey, she would pose no threat to her. She was just a woman who looked like Stella, that was all. Nothing to be worried about.“What are you doing?” Weston asked, appearing seemingly out of nowhere just as she sighed.Guinevere’s heart skipped a beat but she managed to stay calm and show no emotions.“Nothing,” she replied, getting up and pretending to be tidying up the desk. “I was just reading my scripts.”Weston usually showed no interest i
Guinevere grinned happily and gazed at Weston, then at Zack.“Really?” she asked. “I wouldn’t have noticed it if you didn’t mention it! Do they really look alike?”“Of course they do!” replied the nanny, nodding repeatedly. “They’re father and son, after all!”Guinevere was visibly overjoyed by this.Meanwhile, Wendy stared at her son and studied his face closely.“No,” she suddenly said. “I don’t think he looks that much like Weston. He looks more like his grandfather!”Those words silenced the whole room. The air grew instantly tense. Only Wendy seemed oblivious as she was busy scrutinizing Zack’s eyebrows.“Look at these thick eyebrows,” she continued, “and these dark eyes! He looks just like his grandpa, doesn’t he?”Weston turned dead silent. His Adam’s apple moved, but he said nothing. His eyes were more piercing now than ever, but he wasn’t looking at Zack and much less Guinevere. They were, however, glued to his mother’s face, searching for the smallest trace of anomaly
Weston finally took a few steps forward and heard laughter coming from a distance.“Did you argue with your dad again?”It was Xavier, who had seemingly come out of nowhere. His eyes shone with sly cunning as he patted the dust off his clothes. Being the Ford family's son and pampered from a young age, there was a sense of general presumptuousness in his gestures. It was apparent he had never been afraid of anyone.“You b*stard!” he snapped. “I did you such a big favor, and you dared to hang up on me?!”Weston merely glanced at him and kept walking.He had always been calm and unbothered by anything. Although Xavier was his uncle, he was the complete opposite of him, always smiling, sloppy, and immature.Xavier followed Weston quickly behind him.“I was serious about the question I asked on the phone,” he told Weston. “When did you start to like messing around with women? And what about that woman on the road? Who is she?”Weston stopped abruptly and turned to Xavier.“Let’s m