Chapter 1256

Chapter 1256Chapter 1256
The man’s movements stopped abruptly. His disapproving, gloomy eyes fixed themselves on her.
“Why would you eat something icy now? Are you trying to catch a cold?”
Stella said nothing. She looked annoyed as she
impatiently tapped her fingers on the side of the tub, saying, “Get out and leave me alone then. I want to enjoy my bath in peace.”
Weston stared fixedly at her in silence before kneeling down beside her, saying, “Let me help you.”
“Get out,” Stella’s eyes widened, glaring at him, “you pervert!”
Weston was completely unruffled. He picked up a cloth nearby and placed it on her back, and began to gently rub
Stella’s body instantly stiffened, and she swatted his hand away.
“Don’t you even try!” she yelled.
“I just want to wait on you while you soak,” he said, gazing at her while looking innocent.
“You wish!” she snapped.
Seeing that she was really getting angry, he withdrew his hand and told her, “I’ll be right outside. You can
call for me whenever you need me.”
Stella scowled at him and said nothing.
Once she was sure that he had gone outside, she finally let her guard down and properly enjoyed the
bath. A long time had passed, and Stella had completely forgotten that there was someone waiting for her
outside. She picked up the script that Bradley gave her and began skimming through it.
This time, the crew had set up a shooting location on Snow Mountain, where most of the plot involved
the characters being around nature. Even though Stella was only reading the script, she could already
feel relaxed, and her mood lifted.
As she kept on reading, she was so immersed in it that she forgot the time. It was now getting quite late.
The door to her tent was lifted open from the outside, and Weston walked in and said, “You should eat
something now.”
It was only then that Stella realized she was getting quite peckish.
“Help me get rid of the tub,” she said.
She was already done soaking in the bath and was only
waiting for Weston to come in and clean everything up. Hearing this, Weston gave her a long, meaningful
look. He did not say anything, he just set the things in his hands down on a table in front of her and got
rid of the bathwater without complaint.
Meanwhile, outside the tent, Nicole was getting ready to eat, so she looked for Weston all over the place,
yet no one knew where he was.
She was not sure if any of the food served here was to Weston’s taste, and she got quite worried about
it. Just as she was lost in thoughts, she turned around and bumped into Weston, who was just coming
out from another tent.
She smiled and walked up to him, saying, “It’s almost time for dinner, Mr. Ford. Can you eat the food
served here? If you don’t like it, I can prepare something else for you…” She then suddenly paused in the middle of her sentence when she noticed that Weston was carrying a big tub of bathwater. He just walked past her
with a distant look on his face, completely ignoring her. Nicole couldn’t believe her eyes and was frozen in place.
She then hurried after him and cried, “You don’t have to do these things yourself, Mr. Ford! Let me help you! Or maybe I can ask someone else…”
“There’s no need,” said Weston without even looking at her. “Just don’t get in my way.”
His cold and icy response made her step aside, although she just stood there, neither walking away nor approaching him.
Weston acted as if he didn’t even see her. After getting rid of the bathwater, he quickly hurried back into the same tent.
In the brief moment that he raised the tent door, Nicole instinctively tried to take a peek. All she saw was a slender figure flashing past her view before
it was completely blocked.
Nicole clenched her fists. She knew that the woman inside couldn’t be anyone else but Stella Sealey.
She simply couldn’t understand why Weston would be so willing to do anything for that woman. Everything that happened three years ago was all
Stella’s fault after all, and Weston had spared no effort going to extreme lengths just to save her.
After all that he had done for her, how could she still treat him so poorly? How could she let him do such lowly chores for her? 1
She clearly didn’t have an ounce of love for him!