Chapter 75
Weston took a sip from the wine glass Stella held to his lips,
However, Stella’s hand shook and some of the wine spilled out, staining Weston’s pristine white shirt
Instead of making the shirt look dirty, the dark red stains added a dangerous, menacing aura to Weston.
He was half-shrouded in darkness, and the other half under dim light. He looked just like half an angel and half a devil.
Stella immediately put the glass down. “I’m sorry about this.”
She pulled out some napkins, intending to clean up the mess.
Her hand suddenly paused in mid-air as she hesitated, “Mr. Ford, perhaps you should do it yourself.”
Weston kept silent and stared right into her eyes. He reached out, grabbed her wrist, and maneuvered her hand to press the napkin onto his shirt.
The positions of the stains were slightly awkward.
Stella pulled her hand back instinctively, but Weston held her hand in place forcefully.
He led her hand in wiping his shirt, stroke by stroke.
He fixed his dark, black eyes so intensely on Stella that it made her ears turn red. The sight made him hook his lips, satisfied with her reaction. “Be more careful. If you spill a second
time, I won’t let you off so easily.”
Stella heard his innuendo filled remark, and was left confused.
What in the world was he thinking now?
She clenched her first, Just then, his phone rang like a police siren that cut through the air.
She listed her gaze and saw him furrow his brows, clearly displeased. He simply glanced at the incoming caller and flung his phone aside.
Despite how quickly he did so, Stella still managed to see the name on the screen.
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