Chapter 511
A happy man would always show a side of him that was completely different from usual. If those who knew Weston saw this side of him, they would be stunned.
He kept his words.
The next day, Stella returned to the villa, and Weston came back an hour late.
When he came back, she was sitting on the sofa looking at the script in her hand when she saw him standing at the entrance with a delicately packaged box in his hand.
She paused for a while and had a bad feeling. “... You‘re back.”
He hummed, walked toward her, and carried her up from the sofa.
Joan was at the side, and Stella couldn‘t help but remind him,” There‘s people around...”
Seeing him frown, Joan said immediately, “I‘ll go to the kitchen now. You two can continue...”
Stella was at a loss for words.
Then, he lowered his head to look at her. “Can I do it now?”
“Do what?”
Before she could finish, he had already kissed her.
There was a good–morning kiss before leaving in the morning, and there must be a welcome–home kiss after returning home from work.
Even if he didn‘t stipulate it, she had noticed that there would be at least two kisses every day.
The kiss went on for a while, and the sound of lips mashing together and tongues entangling with each other was loud enough to make Joan leave the kitchen while feeling embarrassed.
After a long time, Weston said in a hoarse voice, “Open it and see if you like it.”
When she heard this, she slowly opened the delicately packaged velvet box.
She held her breath when she saw the dress inside the next second.
No woman in this world wouldn‘t fall in love with it if they saw
Such blood–red color was scarce. Red was a very intense color. If the color was slightly lighter, it would lose its beauty; if it was · darker, it would look old–fashioned. It needed to be just right. Only the most standard red would give others a strong visual contact.
Weston smiled and caressed her hair as he asked, “Do you like it?”
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