Chapter 1082

Chapter 1082Chapter 1082 Feeling humiliated, the woman sulked instantly.
Was this girl just disliking her for being dirty?
Wasn‘t she the same as her? She did not deserve the right to dislike her!
But she did not dare to say anything in front of Weston, so she only grunted in annoyance.
“It seems this little sister does not like me, Mr. Ford. I...”
Weston was irritated by her. “Shut up.”
Belle widened her eyes in shock. She felt exasperated.
The girl wearing the butterfly mask could not help but chuckle, delighted to see Belle not getting any
advantage in front of Weston.
Weston raised his eyes and looked at her, sizing her up.
Belle immediately came forward and said, “Don‘t be angry with her, Mr. Ford. She is still a little girl who
does not quite know the rules...”
Listening to her clumsy explanation, the little girl felt even more ridiculous.
Even she could see that Weston was irritated by her noisiness.
Yet she still tastelessly tried to please him.
The girl thought of herself as a bit high–minded.
She thought she was fundamentally different from a woman like Belle since she did not sell her body but
only her skills.
This was why they could still see a hint of arrogance and nobility in her eyes, even with a mask on.
Weston lit a cigarette and said nonchalantly to Belle,” You can go now.”
Belle was taken aback. “Mr. Ford, have I done something that upset you…” “You are too noisy.”
He looked at her indifferently. “Wait in the room outside and go out when the time is up.”
Belle was already very familiar with this routine.
When Weston came for her previously, it was probably like this every time.
Sometimes, he would watch her sing and dance if he was in a good mood, but if he wasn‘t, he would
simply make her wait in the room outside.
When the time was up, she would go out. It might seem to the outsiders that they spend the night together, but she knew very clearly that Weston
never
touched her. He was an extremely squeamish man. Not to mention touching her, there had never been
any physical contact. He always seemed dignitary. His long bony fingers were on his knees while he
slowly cleaned them one by one with a wet tissue as if a person‘s touch was profanity rather than flatter.
Belle got up and left, knowing the routine well.
However, the girl with the butterfly mask obviously could not understand the situation.
If Weston did not like Belle, he should just let her leave. Why did he make her stay outside and let her off
only after the time passed?
Was he trying to make people think that Belle was well –
liked by him? Was he giving her some face?
But he certainly did not look like that sweet of a man with his attitude just now.
Weston closed his eyes to rest, then opened them slightly.
Seeing her still standing there dumbfounded , he asked coolly, “Play the piano. Do you need me to teach
you?” The girl came to her senses right away. She nodded and rushed to the piano. “What song do you
want to listen to?”
Her incredibly sweet voice melodiously filled the room as
she spoke, and he could tell that she wasn‘t very old.
Weston doubted whether she had even turned eighteen. Anyway, he was not interested in it.
He tapped his finger on the table lightly, reminded of the tune Stella would always play on the piano, “A
Maiden‘s Prayer, Op. 4.” The girl froze for a moment. She put her hands on the keys and was a bit taken
aback. “This is also my favorite piece...”
He frowned but said nothing.
The way the girl looked at him was a little different now.
She had been working here for some time. Before she reached her legal age, Lowe Garden was quick to
use her juvenility as a selling point, and only arranged for her to perform musical performances.
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