Chapter 617

Weston called Stella’s name once, but no one answered.

He loosened his tie, took off his suit jacket, and casually left it in the entryway.

When he walked to the master room, he heard the sound of water coming from inside. His eyes turned
to the bathroom. Then, he strode forward and walked toward the bedroom.

He could see Stella’s reflection on the glass door of the bathroom. She was undressing, unaware of his
arrival.

The man’s hand was on the doorknob. He wanted to open the door and enter directly, but he suddenly
stopped and looked straight at Stella’s every move reflected on the glass door.

As she bent over and raised her hand…

Weston’s eyes deepened slowly. He gulped, and then let go of the doorknob. He raised his hand and
knocked on the door.

“Stella…” Weston’s raspy voice was low and hoarse. He saw the reflection on the glass door and froze
for a moment. Then, Stella’s voice came.

“You’re back?”

Weston heard her voice tremble slightly and curled his lips in a good mood. “You sound nervous.”

For some reason, he loved to see Stella panic or at a loss. He loved seeing her panicking because of
him. Her cute frightened look made him want to squish her into a ball.



Stella had wanted to relax, but Weston had come back suddenly. She was at a loss as to what to do
next.

When she noticed that Weston did not move and stood still, she awkwardly asked, “Can you do me a
favor?

Weston had never left. Hearing her request, he said, “Just tell me.”

Stella squatted down and looked around in the bathroom. She realized she did not bring any clothes or
a bathrobe in, so she said, “Can you get me a set of pajamas?”

She did not hear any answer from the man. After a long while, she heard deep laughter. “Sure. Which
one?”

Stella was so embarrassed that she wanted the ground to swallow her up. Despite that, she put on a
calm face and said, “Anything will do.”

Weston could imagine Stella’s cute frightened look through the glass door that separated them. Maybe
her face was flushed red already, but she pretended nothing had happened and talked to him calmly.

Weston stopped giving her a hard time and went to the closet to get her pajamas. When he took her
pajamas, the phone he casually placed on the bedside table beeped. He took a glance and stopped.

His men told him about Stella’s experience at the clothing store in a detailed report. She had probably
been mistreated and felt aggrieved.

That explained why she said someone almost took her as a credit card thief when he called her earlier.

The man always wore an impassive face, but this time, his eyes turned cold in anger.



However, he said nothing and went to the bathroom instead. He stopped at the door and knocked.
“Stella?

There was no sound nor answer from inside.

Weston frowned and opened the door without thinking.

The bathroom was full of hazy hot air. He saw Stella curled into a ball in a corner. Just as he was about
to walk over, Stella turned around in a panic. She heard the door open and screamed, “Why did you
come in suddenly!”

Weston saw the remaining foam on her body and paused. “I called you earlier, but you didn’t hear me.”

“I just didn’t hear it!” Stella frantically tried to cover herself with something. “Why didn’t you call me
again?”

She was not overreacting pretentiously. That was how she would react to anyone who barged in
suddenly.

Weston put a hand to his brow and sighed. “Haven’t I seen all of you already?”


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