NovelAppChapter 486
Unlike Chris’s tense situation, Stella was well in Weston’s arms as he made a beeline
for his car from The Dog House.
Along the way, many people cast curious glances at them.
Stella subconsciously buried her face in his arms, triggering Weston's light chuckle.
“Still shy?”
Stella kept quiet. A while later, she whispered softly into his ear, “Can you let me down
so I can walk myself?”
Weston carried her higher instead. “Can you even walk by yourself, given your current
state?”
“I just hurt my back. My legs are fine.” The moment she said that, Weston suddenly
released his hold over her.
“Ah!”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtStella’s body descended abruptly, and she instinctively let out a yelp as she hugged
his neck tight.
She looked up into a pair of smiling eyes.
“ Still want to walk by yourself? ”
“You did that on purpose!” Stella sputtered indignantly.
“Sowhat if I did?”
Stella’s brows furrowed as she adjusted herself, clearly dissatisfied.
Her subtle movements, however, displeased him.
Weston’s face darkened as he patted her butt. “Be good.”
Stella’s face blushed bright red. “Let me go! I want to come down! It’s not like I can’t
walk...”
Weston threatened her in a low voice, “If you keep squirming around, I’ll really make
you unable to walk.”
Stella went silent.
Why did she feel like there was a hidden meaning in his words?
Given how thick-skinned he was, she believed he was definitely capable of fulfilling
his threats.
She dared not move and could only stay obediently in his embrace.
He strode quickly to his car and settled her in the backseat.
He wasn’t sure if it was because his threat was overly harsh, but Weston realized that
Stella said nothing more after they had entered the car.
He instructed the driver to start the engine and move off.
Stella curled herself into a tight ball and pressed herself against a corner as much as
possible, refusing to talk and look at him.
No matter what he said to her, she didn’t utter a single word and persisted in ignoring
him.
Weston knew she was angry at him, but he found it hilarious and simply let her be.
He reached out a retrieved a bottle of ointment from the cabinet.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe last time Stella was injured from filming a fighting scene, Weston had prepared a
bottle in the car just in case. He didn’t think that it would one day come in handy.
His eyes were dark as he surveyed the glass bottle in his hand.
Since when did he care for a woman to such an extent and detail?
He would never bother preparing such little things in the past.
“Come here. I’ll help you rub this on your wound.”
Stella saw the ointment in his hand and was stunned for a moment, though she
continued ignoring him... save for a glint that flashed past her eyes.
There were so many details that she felt herself on the verge of being captivated. But
which one was the real Weston Ford?
How was it possible for someone so detailed and gentle to treat her so heartlessly in
the past?
Weston saw her remaining silent and reached out to pinch her nose. “You’re a full -
grown adult and still throw such childish tantrums?”
He reached out to lift her shirt up.
Stella slapped his hand away and pulled her shirt back down. “What are you trying to
do? Don’t get handsy.”
Clearly, she was keeping her guard up.
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