Chapter 627

He knew that she wouldn’t give him the answer he wanted.

Almost instantly , Stella got tired of playing her “deep – affection ” trick on him and asked directly, “So
what are you going to do about it? I will cooperate.”

Indeed, she had deliberately provoked Guinevere since getting her enraged would increase the
chances of ending the one-year contract earlier.

Looking rather distraught, Weston remained silent. “You were too bold. Do you think you’ll be able to
escape from me once she finds out about this?”

He had hit the nail on the head. Stella couldn’t admit or refute him.

Weston suddenly stretched out his hands and cupped her face, forcing her to look into his eyes. “I
know what’s on your mind, Stella. A year is a year, and I will absolutely keep my word. But if you have
something else in your mind, I can always extend that year…”

“You—”Stella’s eyes widened in shock.

“Are you saying that I am mean by forcing you?” He parched his lips a bit, but his face remained stiff.

“You just don’t get it, do you? I want you, so I’ll keep you

by my side no matter what it takes.”

It was one of those rare days where the cast was given a day off. Weston’s company, however, wasn’t
always so free.



Stella heard that the project in the western suburbs was nearing completion. Often hearing him asking
about its progress on the phone, she reckoned it a huge project so huge that even the Cohens were
involved.

Nonetheless, she wasn’t interested in those things. She simply focused on reading her script.

Weston came out from the study and found her sitting on the sofa. “I am going to the office for a while.
Stay at home and behave yourself.” She nodded. “Take care.”

He did not reply.

It was then that she put down the script in her hands and walked to him, resigned to her fate. She took
the tie he handed over to her. “You are almost thirty, but you still can’t get your tie right?”

“You have lived for over twenty years, so why do you drag your feet while trying to tie a tie?” asked the
man flatly.

Stella was speechless.

She realized that though he did not like to talk, it didn’t

mean that he wasn’t eloquent with his words.

However, it had to be said that it would be impossible that a very decisive man in the business industry
wasn’t articulate… except when he was too lazy to care about anyone.

Stella, who was not used to doing such things in the past, could actually tie a Windsor knot easily now.

This was all thanks to Weston for making her learn all sorts of skills she had never been exposed to
before.



“Done.”

She tightened the knot and helped him fix his collar. “Fetch me the jacket,” he demanded.

Stella obediently went to get his suit jacket. His wardrobe was in no way less modest than hers. In fact,
it was even more luxurious.

She opened it and was greeted by rows of bespoke suits.

Thinking that they were the same and there was not much difference between them, she randomly
grabbed a black jacket, something he usually wore.

But just as she took it down, something fell out of the pocket and landed on the floor with a thud.

She took a look at it and found that it was a ring box.

She stared at the box for a while, then picked it up and opened it. In it sat a pink diamond ring.


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