Chapter 1238

Chapter 1238Chapter 1238
Stella couldn’t believe how shameless this man could get. “Who’s your wife again?”
Her tone was full of undisguised disgust. “Do you need me to remind you that we divorced a long time
ago?”
“Then I shall remind you this. You divorced me as Ella, but now, you are Stella.”
She sneered and gave him a scornful look. “I also divorced you when I was Stella. You are such a
forgetful man, Mr. Ford.”
“Then let’s tie the knot once more.”
Weston suddenly clasped her wrist with a slight amount of force. “I am fine with any kind of condition you
want.”
She jerked her hands out. “Sure, I only have one condition.”
“What is it?” The man fixated his eyes on her, the knot of his throat rolling up and down.
She could see a faint nervousness in the inky black eyes.
She smiled and wiggled her finger. “That is, you stay away from me and never appear in front of me
again.”
She thought he would never appear again after telling him such harsh words.
But unexpectedly, he seemed to get more fired up instead.
She still remembered his forlorn and somewhat lonely back as he left when she said those words last
night. But she did not care about it.
It was nothing compared to what she had suffered in the past.
The next day, before she went to the studio, the receptionist brought her a bouquet, saying it was from
Weston.
Stella took a deep breath. “Throw it away.”
She said, “I don’t want anything from that man.”
The receptionist looked troubled. “But Mr. Ford named you to sign for the delivery. If you don’t…”
Looking at her in distress, Stella said, “Alright. You just sign for me. If he sends any presents, you can
take them back directly.
“This does not seem appropriate…”
There is nothing wrong with it.‘
Stella said, “Just think of it as I who gave it to you. Since it is a present from him, I have the right to
dispose of it, right?”
The receptionist had no choice but to nod.
Soon, Weston found that everything he had sent over had gone into someone else’s hand.
Seeing him in a low mood all day, he could not help but suggest, “Mr. Ford, this is not how we woo
women. You send flowers over every day, but she doesn’t want to receive them, so what’s the use of it?”
“You are talking as if you have chased a woman before.” Weston swept a glance at him. Ben was overwhelmed by his glance.
It was true that he had never chased a woman, but had Weston done it?
Weston was surrounded by women since young.
Even Guinevere, a woman seen as the perfect goddess by many men for years, was chasing after him.
He never had to take the initiative.
It was understandable that he did not know how to pursue a woman, but was he in the position to mock
him?
“Why don’t you go find an experienced one and ask?”
Weston held his hand to his forehead. “She is not just any woman. What’s the use of asking even when
you have all that worldly experience?”
Ben stopped talking.
Weston had a headache.