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

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

The door slammed shut with a loud bang.Stella couldn’t surmise what Roger was feeling from his expressions. She followed him quietly into the living room and sat on the sofa.Roger had been hanging his head low all the while. Then suddenly, he raised up his head and turned to his sister.“Do you like Professor Hall, Sis?” he asked.“What did you just say?!” Stella responded in shock.Roger said nothing. He sat next to his sister and leaned on her shoulder. He was about six feet tall, and when he leaned on his sister like that, he looked like a big bear leaning against a little rabbit for support.“What kind of man do you like, Sis?” he asked again.Stella realized then that Roger had been overthinking.“Don’t worry, Roger,” she assured him. “There’s absolutely nothing going on between your professor and me.”“It didn’t look like Professor Hall thought the same way, though…”“Don’t you remember what he said?” Stella asked with a smile. “He merely thought that I looked pretty,

Stella froze the second she heard that familiar voice. Not only that, but a familiar scent filled her nose. It was the same refreshing scent that had once accompanied her every night when she was with Weston.She lowered her head, making sure not to look at the man in front of her. After being pushed away, she quickly leaned onto the wall behind her to steady herself. With her head down, she continued to walk ahead, trying to leave the place.Unfortunately, the secretary did not give her that chance. She clawed at her wrist and dragged her back towards Weston.“Apologize to Mr. Ford!” she demanded. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Ford! She’s new here, so she’s still a bit clueless. Come on! What are you waiting for? Apologize!”Weston did not even look at her. He merely tugged on his collar with annoyance. With his white shirt flowing down his torso and tied casually at the waistline, he emitted a kind of noble aura that was out of place in Lowe Garden. Everyone’s eyes seemed glued onto him eve

Stella took a deep breath and said nothing. With her head lowered, she pressed on the metal lighter. A flame materialized. Weston slowly moved the cigar towards the flame. His eyes were fixed on Stella as he leaned over.White smoke rose from the cigar's tip as it caught the flame. The tobacco sizzled slightly as it burned. The flame illuminated Weston’s face, rendering his features even more striking.At such a close distance, Stella could clearly discern the stark edges of his strong jawline. She wanted to look away but was firmly held in place by Weston. Weston maintained his intense gaze on Stella’s face. He didn’t look away as he smoked the cigar. He took a deep huff and released a cloud of thick rolling smoke onto her face.Stella coughed immediately. Her eyes reddened, and tears started to form in the corners of her eyes. She covered her mouth with her hand, but it was shoved away by Weston.He tried to look at her. He tried to look at her whole face without missing the sm