Chapter 289

“Would you not defend your own woman?” Weston Ford asked him in return.

Xavier Ford did a double-take and chuckled. “Well, of course, I’m nice to my own ladies. Anyone who’s
dated me always ends up grateful they had me. We’re men, aren’t we? Magnanimity and generosity
are our charms, but…”

Turning towards Weston in amusement, he asked, “Is your woman like the one I had?”

Weston said nothing, watching silently as Stella Sealey finally found the right posture. She practiced
repeatedly until she finally learned the technique Weston taught her.

His gaze turned distant as if reminiscing some emotion he wanted to keep repressed, but the opposite
seemed to be happening instead.

“She’s not all that different,” he admitted.

Back at the pool table, Stella had just got her posture right, and she picked up a few balls to test her
strikes from a different angle. She focussed, placing all her attention on her cue, and struck-but the
distribution of her strike was still a little scattered, and the balls rolled away slowly-she managed to
send some into the pockets, but it wasn’t nearly as quick as when Weston guided her hands.

It was only after a long, diligent sortie of tries that she finally got the handles, eventually managing to
strike fast, straight balls. Beads of sweat dotted her brow as she found enjoyment and fulfillment. With
a smile on her face, she turned… and found a pair of bewitching eyes looking at her-it seemed Weston
had been watching her for a while, for god knows how long. Her smile faded a little, and she tried to
play dumb while wiping her sweat.

“What are you getting nervous about?” The man watched her even as he took a sip of his wine.



Stella shook her head. “I’m not nervous.”



“Why look away if you’re not?” Stella paused and quickly looked him in the eye. “I’m not looking away.”
With that, man and woman locked gazes, neither one backing down. Weston’s cool, piercing gaze
seemed to penetrate the soul. No one would dare to lie to eyes like those.

Moments later, he chuckled in amusement while licking his lips. “You’re quite stubborn,” he said as he
leaned in to kiss the corner of his lips. “That was good. Now, let’s teach you something else.” Stella’s
eyes sparkled, and she suddenly appeared docile before Weston. Sensing her eagerness, he lowered
his gaze at her. “Do you like it?” “It is quite interesting.”

The man’s lips curled up unwittingly. “Let’s try again.” Stella appeared surprised, however, and she
shook her head. “Forget it.”

“Why?”

“We might run into someone we know…” she answered very quietly.

Studying her face, Weston could see that she was nervous, and it left him a little upset.

“Don’t worry. As long as you’re with me, no one would say anything against you,” he said and wrapped
his hands around her again to teach her another new technique. “I won’t let anyone lay a finger on you-
trust me. Alright?”

He kept his voice low, promising her beside her ear. Stella knew that any lady would get emotional by
his loving words. However, she was perfectly aware that she was a secret lover.



Hence, the more promises he offered, the more ironic it would sound to her. After all, wasn’t he the one
who hurt her the most? If he had not forced her to stay with her, she wouldn’t even be worrying that she
would be recognized.


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