“Meow!”Stella didn’t know where she found the courage to do it, but in that desperate moment, it was all that she could think of.“Meow!” she cried again.The sound of a cat’s lazy meow filled the office. Everyone looked around and at each other in total confusion. Even Weston, who was always so stoic, seemed to have a curious look on his face as if trying to suppress a certain emotion. The hand on the desk was also twitching.Finally, it was a German businessman who broke the silence with his laugh.“Is that your cat, Mr. Ford? Sounds just like my own little Persian! She always cries out in a soft voice, just like that! Everyone adores her!”“You have a cat too?” Weston asked in impeccable German. “My little one here isn’t a Persian, though.”“What breed is your cat then?” the businessman responded with interest.“She’s just a little mongrel,” Weston replied, his eyes darting toward Stella, whose face was twisted with anger. The sight, however, only made him smile. “Is that
A glint flashed past Stella’s eyes. …play with him? He’d always been the one to take the lead. Now that she thought about it, she had never tried taking the lead before. It left her to wonder what things would be like, if she were to take the initiative for a change. “Weston…” Something changed in her eyes as she tugged his tie and pulled him closer. “Are you sure you want to play?” He lowered his eyes and looked at her. A cheeky smile broke across her petite face, clearly indicating that she had some tricks up her sleeve. Weston cupped her cheeks, and his calloused fingers rubbed across his fair, dewy skin. “Let me see what you’ve got.” Stella suddenly turned solemn as she turned around to press him against the desk she was originally trapped under. “Shhh.” Her long, lithe arms wrapped around his as she lifted her head and brushed her nose against the corner of his lips. “From this second on, don’t move.” Stella said domineeringly, “Don’t doubt my actions, and do
“Who said so?” Stella smiled cheekily. “What if you dislike the experience after this round?” She then began to take a series of photos of him. “I won’t miss a chance to record how you look like right now.” She suddenly leaned in on him and said into his ear, “I wonder… if your employees know you’re completely at my mercy right now?” Weston fixed his eyes on her. “If ‘completely at your mercy’ means having my hands tied and photos were taken, I believe that’s an exaggeration.” “Oh?” Stella chuckled. “You don’t think this is it?” She glided her fingers across his skin and held his belt. “The main course is coming right up. Do you still remember the rules I stated?” She crouched down low, still straddling his waist, and repeated herself, “Don’t speak, don’t doubt, and don’t move.” A moment later. Weston looked calmly at Stella, who was fumbling anxiously with the buckle. “You know how to unfasten a wristwatch but not a belt?” His remark slowed her hands down, but sh
In the evening. Dusk in the early summer always looked mesmerizing. Fiery red clouds rolled across the sky, forming a stunningly picturesque view from the top floor of the Ford Corporation building. Stella was eventually carried out of that building. By the time they were done, every inch of her skin was covered in marks and hickeys. Weston covered her up with his suit. Although he deliberately chose to leave the building at a time when most employees would have left for the day, there were still a couple of them who stayed back in the office. Stella remained obedient in his arms, burying her face in his chest and not daring to look out. She could feel many stares landing on her on their way out. When Weston strode past the secretary’s office, Daisy and everyone else was standing to one side and greeting Weston. “Hello, Mr. Ford.” “Mr. Ford…” Stella heard those greetings, and her face blushed an even deeper red. After both of them left, one of the secretaries sp
He had a dedicated elevator which he could very well take and avoid the sideway glances of all his employees. The corner of Weston’s lips lifted in a proud smirk as he gathered her in his arms. “I thought you would enjoy how I staked my claim over you.” Stella pursed her lips and remained silent. Weston lowered his head and rubbed the ring on her ring finger. “Don’t you want others to know that you’re mine?” Stella blinked and said, “I was intending to go and visit Zack, but now that you’ve left those horrendous marks all over my body..." She didn’t forget Wendy’s reminder to begin her attack, starting with Zack. Sure enough, Weston lifted his head and looked at her in silence. His eyes were deep and dark as if trying to look into the very depths of her soul. He was trying to figure out what she was thinking. Stella sighed. “Don’t look at me like that…” Weston tilted her face upward. “Why do you suddenly want to visit Zack?” “He’s your son.” Stella shrugged. “Wh
Guinevere used to drive a red Maserati. When she wasn’t walking, it was her favorite car that she drove everywhere. However, it was completely wrecked by Weston during the last kidnapping incident. After the housekeeper updated them, Weston subconsciously turned to Stella. Stella’s face remained expressionless. When she saw Weston turning to look at herself, she smiled and said, “What are you looking at me for? Let’s head in.” Guinevere was, in fact, grounded and supposed to stay at home, but she used Zack as an excuse and managed to sneak out on the premise of visiting her own child. Guinevere pestered Mrs. Cohen to no end, leaving her with no other choice. Furthermore, she was also afraid that Guinevere might mentally break down and therefore decided against her will to allow her to visit Zack. She heard Weston and Ella had not been staying at the Ford Mansion recently and reasoned that Guinevere shouldn’t bump into them that much. This assured her about her decision. T
Guinevere didn’t look too thrilled. Believing that she would end up getting married to Weston, she had always treated Wendy as her mother-in-law. She had tried to call her “Wendy” before, but Wendy seemed displeased. Guinevere could only call her Madam, just like the servants in Ford Mansion. The last thing she expected was for Wendy to allow Ella to address her on a first-name basis. She clenched her fists but smiled. “I remember that you once announced Ella as your god-daughter,” she blurted with thinly-veiled irony. “Since she’s your god-daughter, why isn’t she calling you ‘Mom’?” “She can call me whatever she likes.” Wendy was rather annoyed with Guinevere’s questions and glanced at her mildly, “What we address each other is a mere formality. Although I treat her as my god-daughter, she might very well become my daughter-in-law. She’ll have plenty of chances to call me ‘Mom’ in the future!” It was unclear if Wendy had deliberately said those things to anger Guinever
The Ford Mansion was awash in bright lights amid the deep of night. A doctor dressed in his robe paced around, his face plastered with nervousness. The Cohens’ car was parked in the courtyard, and Mrs. Cohen was pacing anxiously back and forth at the entrance, mumbling, “She’ll be fine…she’ll surely be fine…” Suddenly, she saw Stella standing at a side and immediately walked toward her, eyes red-rimmed with fury. “You’re Ella Steele, aren’t you? What wicked motives do you harbor?” Weston was busy with work when he heard Mrs. Cohen’s accusations. He walked over to Stella and pulled her into his arms. “Mrs. Cohen, please have some self-respect.” He stood ready to side with Stella no matter what, protecting her and guarding her against all things. Mrs. Cohen was about to say something nasty, but Weston’s posture only upset her more. “Weston, this woman is the cause of Gwen’s condition relapsing. She’s still critical, so how could you side with the culprit?” Weston’s brow
Stella had rarely ever woken up before him.He had always been terrifyingly strong, but their lovemaking last night must have consumed a lot of his energy, leaving him so tired that he was still sound asleep.She stared at him and suddenly felt like doing something naughty. She pinched his nose and held her fingers there, trying to suffocate him. Unsurprisingly, he soon knitted his handsome brows and quickly woke up.He was surprised to see her mesmerizing eyes as soon as he woke up, which made him pause. He then took her hand into his and kissed it again and again.“Are you okay?” he asked with concern, remembering how wildly he ravaged her last night.She had only been willing to be intimate with him because she was under the influence of a drug, yet he had taken advantage of her and had his way with her over and over again last night.Stella did not speak. Seeing her like that made his expressions turn a little colder. He fell silent for a long time before he got up and sl
The moment Stella saw him, she flew into his arms and clambered onto his body. She kissed him again and again, trying to search for his breath so she could explore his body even deeper. All she wanted was to let him extinguish the fire burning inside her.Half an hour had passed, and the effect of the drug on her body was its strongest now.Weston swallowed his saliva. Without any hesitation, he pinned her against the bathroom mirror and kissed her vehemently on her face, her shoulders, then her neck.Stella could not stop herself from letting out loud moans. The sounds she produced only drove Weston wilder. Even the corners of his eyes began to turn red now.Luckily, there was still a thread of reason in his mind. He pushed her away and, while panting heavily, asked her, “Who am I, Stella?”But Stella’s mind was occupied with her primal urges. She ignored his question and grabbed his shirt collar, saying, “Let’s do it…” The sight of her filled Weston with a desire to just give
Weston paused, then simply replied, “Okay.”When he saw her changing into a pair of high heels, he followed her around and asked, “Where are you going?”“Oh, to a private concert.”Then she added, “If you’re going to spend the night here tonight, then please take care of Elias and Emma. But if you have to leave, I’ll ask Roger to come over instead.”“Don’t worry,” he said. “Just go out and enjoy yourself. I’ll be at home and take good care of the kids.”Stella paused suddenly, feeling inexplicably weird about what Weston had just said. It sounded like she was forcing him to stay at home and take care of the kids while she went out to have fun without a care in the world. She turned around to look at Weston, feeling like he was acting like a poor neglected housewife.She shook her head and tried to shake this terrifying thought out of her mind.When they arrived at the concert, Hayden offered his arm to her like a gentleman. They then walked into the private concert together, w
Stella’s words rendered Weston speechless. She was right. He had been the one to agree to let Stella date other people, so he must seem like a fool saying all those things to her.He withdrew his hands and forced himself to calm down a little. “I have no intention to stand in your way,” he told Stella. “I was only worried about Elias and Emma. Since they’re also here, I think you need to take their feelings into consideration.”The children could sense the strained atmosphere between the adults, so they just waited patiently on the couch with Roger, occasionally poking their heads out to look at their parents.Seeing his kids like that, Weston slowly added, “I’m only here to see the kids, so both of you can go ahead with your date.”Stella said nothing and just took Hayden’s hand and left.When they got downstairs, Hayden glanced at her and asked, “Are you sure you want to just leave him like that?”“I don’t know,” Stella massaged the point between her brows. “I’m not sure wh
Hayden Quirk arrived half an hour earlier than Stella did on their first date.“You’re much earlier than I expected,” he joked as Stella walked in.Stella was actually on time, but she still felt a little guilty when she saw him already waiting for her when she arrived.“The traffic is terrible today,” she said.“Don’t worry about it,” Hayden said, handing her the menu. “Mr. Ford expected me to wait for you for at least an hour.”“I seriously don’t know what you guys are up to,” she grumbled, exasperated, “but I hope it will at least be over soon. Just don’t drag it out and cause me any trouble.”She ordered a few dishes, then handed the menu back to him. Hayden took it from her, ordered a few more signature dishes that the restaurant was popular for, then looked at Stella with a faint smile.“Did you think this is all just a joke?” he asked.“What else could it be?”“I am serious about this,” he told her, his voice suddenly turning grave. “Since even Mr. Ford agreed that we s
Weston raised his eyebrows at Ben’s words. “But he’s divorced. He has an ex-wife.”“What’s wrong with having an ex-wife?”Ben found Weston’s comment strange. “This man has good qualities. Upon investigation, he has a very good personality too. He was an active member during college. He also has an amazingly beautiful resume. It’s normal that a man like him has been married before… Besides, hasn’t Ms. Sealey been married before herself? She even has two children.”Weston’s expression turned cold at once. “Are you discriminating against her?”“I’m not.”Weston said, “Or do you think she can only find a divorced man for her second marriage?”Ben panicked. “I wouldn’t dare!”With Weston’s ridiculous amount of nitpicking, they could find no one that would match Stella.Hayden sat beside and quietly reviewed Weston’s latest psychological health report. As he turned the page, he suddenly said, “I’m actually a little interested in Ms. Sealey.”Hayden laughed a little and turned to Wes
Stella opened her eyes and shot Weston a cold look. Then, she turned her head the other way.Weston did not touch her again. He knew she was probably angry with him, so he stayed silent.A few moments later, he reminded her, “Don’t be angry. That man is unreliable.”Stella propped her chin in her palm. “And what does that have to do with you?”Weston pursed his lips, setting his jaw in a tight line. He said, “I’ve promised to stop pestering you. It’ll be a promise. I’m fine with seeing you with another man, but at least find someone who makes me feel at ease.”“Why do I need your approval when I’m just looking for a date?” Stella found his words funny. “You’re just my ex-husband. Don’t you think you care too much?”Weston rubbed his brow, and his voice suddenly went cold. “If you don’t want me to keep pestering you like I just did, maybe you should listen to me.”Stella questioned, “Are you threatening me?”“No. I’m suggesting.”Stella was lost for words. Then, she suddenly
Stella froze for a moment when she heard the voice. When she turned around, she saw that Weston had appeared behind her at some point.Weston stared at the man behind Stella with a cold gaze and an icy aura around him. Weston had always emitted a strong aura around him. Anyone who saw him would immediately be terrified because of his intimidating aura.The man froze for a moment at Weston’s sudden appearance. He took a step back and quickly steadied himself before greeting Weston, “Mr. Ford.”He still had the same calm and gentle look. “I’m sending Miss Cicily back.”“I know. Don’t ever show up in front of her again,” Weston told him. “You don’t have to send her back. Stay away from her.”It would be a little inappropriate for the man to act a fool at Weston’s straightforwardness, so he tugged at his collar and asked Weston with a polite smile, “Mr. Ford, you should give me a reason, shouldn’t you? I’m having a good time with Miss Cicily.”“You’re the one who thinks she’s having
Stella smiled. It seemed like he had come prepared.Stella enjoyed chatting with the man. He was sincere and introduced himself properly as soon as they started chatting.The man was also a pianist and came from a scholarly family. Although not super wealthy, he was doing considerably well in the middle class. Stella would not need to worry about the quality of life with him, but that was about it. She certainly could not live a luxurious life.Stella had a good impression of him. She also talked to him a little more about piano music.Stella twirled her hair and smiled. She told him with a nice voice, “I’m sure Roger has already told you about my situation.”“I know.”The man looked at her gently and set the coffee in front of her. He said to her, “I’m very interested in you. I think we’re very suitable for each other. Our living standards nowadays have improved quite a bit. Not many look for a partner purely because of material qualities. People with emotional needs will search