Chapter 804

Sometimes, Stella was truly dumbstruck by Weston.

And
right now was one of those instances. As she was playing with his pants, she inadvertently lifted up the
hem and exposed his socks. She was surprised to find that even his socks were of high quality and loo
ked elegant.

How meticulous could this man be?

Sensing her movements, Weston reached down and stroked her hair, trying to soothe the
naughty vixen. But Stella suddenly snatched his hand and refused to let it go.

Weston frowned slightly and managed to pull his hand away with some
force. He then pinched her cheek as punishment. Stella accepted it and rubbed his fingers gently in res
ponse. And so Weston multitasked as best as he could–
on the one hand, he conducted a serious meeting with his partners about a multi–billion–
dollar project, and on the other, teased and played with Stella under the desk on the other.

Daisy was frantically jotting down the minutes of the meeting –
her work made that much more intensive, no thanks to three different languages being spoken in the
room. But even so, she still found time to glance over at Weston from time to time.

After all, Stella was not the only woman there to find
that Weston was at his most charismatic and alluring when
he was hard at work. Daisy was so enchanted that she found it hard to even look away from Weston.

There was a short break in the meeting. Daisy took the opportunity to speak up.



“Would you like some coffee to freshen up, Mr. Ford?”

As soon as she spoke , Stella could somehow sense that there was a trace of suppressed affection in
Daisy‘s voice when she spoke to Weston. She wasn‘t sure, but it still made the smile on her
face vanish. She even let
go of Weston‘s hand completely. Weston peered down at her. There was a hint of a smile in his eyes w
hen he noticed her expressions.

He looked up at Daisy, his face returning to its former

stoniness. “No, thank you.”

Daisy‘s eyes glimmered. She was not willing to give up just yet.

“Ben told me that you don‘t like instant coffee,” she added enthusiastically , “so I‘ve set up
a coffee machine in the secretarial office so we can make fresh–
brewed coffee just for you. Would you like to try it?”



Stella listened as Daisy spoke. Her eyes darted and, without warning, crawled forward
and bit down hard on Weston‘s finger. Weston was beginning to get irritated by

Daisy, and he was about to respond when he felt a sharp prick hurting his finger.

“Ow!” he hissed sharply under his breath. His expressions changed visibly, and he
glowered at the woman under his desk as a warning, telling her to keep it together.

Stella could read his expressions, but she cheekily raised her eyebrows to taunt him further.



The two of them locked eyes for a few moments, but the rest of the party had no idea
of Stella‘s presence under the desk, so they presumed that Weston was getting angry for some reason.
They all looked at each other restlessly in silence.

Daisy was utterly dismayed. She thought that she must‘ve
somehow crossed the line and exposed her true feelings
for Weston. She was so on edge that she didn‘t dare to even breathe.

What if Weston really found out that she liked him? What then? She simply shouldn‘t have been
so impetuous!

Perhaps the sight of Ella downstairs earlier had triggered an urge to compete, and that led
to her loss of composure.

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She paused and
considered it for a moment, then said, “ It’s been a long meeting, Mr. Ford. I’m sure the guests are tired
I prepare some fresh–brewed coffee for everyone?”

Weston glanced at her without
a thread of emotion on his face. Daisy stood stiffly, waiting for his response with bated
breath He placed a hand on the desk and drummed his fingers impatiently on the
document in front of him. Stella took this opportunity to grab the hand that had been holding her
head firmly and started to nibble at his fingers.



Weston‘s brows furrowed; his expressions turning strange.

Daisy noticed this change very clearly and asked, “Mr. Ford, are you feeling unwell?”

Her gaze shifted to the desk. She was sure now that there was something going on underneath it.

Stella
could hear Daisy‘s encroaching footsteps. The rest of the room was dead silent. If she was to be discove


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