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.
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