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Everyone began to take their seat at the table.
Daisy wanted to sit by Weston’s side, of course, but
Nicole obviously wanted to grab that seat. The two women glared at each other, both seething with hostility for the other in each other’s eyes.
Weston had no intention of choosing either, so he walked across to the opposite side of the table and took a seat across from the two women.
Seeing this, Daisy and Nicole finally let go of the chair and gloomily sat themselves down.
Xavier couldn’t help himself from sniggering when he saw how Daisy was walking on eggshells around Weston.
He and Daisy broke up not long after Stella died, and shortly before that, he had warned Daisy that if she still showed interest in Weston, he would immediately end things.
Once Stella died, Daisy instantly became restless and antsy. She couldn‘t stop asking about Weston, not to mention that she didn‘t bother hiding it from Xavier anymore.
Xavier had no lingering feelings for a woman like that, of course. He had wanted to dump her, but to his surprise, Daisy was the one to strike first, dumping him before he had the chance to do it.
In all his life, no woman had ever treated him that way before. Except, of course, for that silly girl named Zeta.
As he thought of Zeta, he became inexplicably irritable again, so for the rest of the meal, he spoke very little. He basically spent all his time eating in silence.
Daisy and Nicole had prepared a lot of food, all neatly filling the table to the brim.
Henry had initially come just to see all the commotion, but he was interested in seeing how Weston was doing too. It had been three years, after all, and he was curious if Weston had forgotten Stella Sealey.
Unfortunately, Weston was not very welcoming to him at all. The relationship between the two former best friends had been strained for a long time now, all because of Guinevere Cohen.
The main reason Henry was here was actually Angelina Thompson
Angelina had been pestering him day in and day out, asking him to come so he could keep an eye on Daisy and Nicole to see if they had any ulterior motives.
Although Stella had died a few years ago, all her friends still missed her very much.
As soon as they got wind of Weston‘s slightest movements, Angelina would never fail to come to Henry to find out all about it, as if she was being jealous and resentful on Stella‘s behalf.
“What right does he have to surround himself with beautiful women after Stella lost her life?! You have to go there and keep an eye on him...”
Henry had no idea why he had to do what Angelina said. She clearly wasn‘t the woman in his memories anyway.
Everyone at the table was lost in their own thoughts.
The two sisters kept giving each other meaningful looks.
Full of competitiveness and jealousy, they wouldn’t stop squabbling, and neither would give way to the other.
Neither of them would let the other win.
Nicole clearly hadn’t learned anything from Belle’s stark warning in the past.
She knew Weston was only tricking them into exonerating Stella Sealey, though all of his plans came to naught when Stella ended up dying in prison.
Yet it was then that Nicole felt herself falling into a deep rabbit hole where she became hopelessly obsessed with Weston.
She couldn’t help but wonder how much he must have loved that woman to make such intricate plans to save her life. If a man who would do such a thing for her did exist, Nicole would never throw her life away so carelessly the way Stella Sealey did.
Sometimes she couldn’t help but feel disdain for that
woman. She just couldn‘t understand why Stella wouldn‘t cherish and treasure what she had. If it had been Nicole, she would‘ve never been willing to leave a great man who was so in love with her for anything in the world!
On the other side of the restaurant, Stella, carrying her two kids, had finally settled down at a table when she was interrupted by a waitress rushing over.
“We apologize for the long wait, Madam, but someone has reserved the whole space downstairs, so we have no choice but to move you upstairs. We‘ve arranged a table for you by the window. Is that okay with you?”
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Having her two children with her, Stella naturally didn‘t mind having more space for herself.
“Great,” she agreed immediately, not wanting to trouble the waitress anymore. “Just lead me there, then.”
“Thank you for your understanding, Madam.”
Each child by Stella‘s side, Both Elias and Emma, could now speak in simple sentences. Although they were little over two years old, their development was closer to that of a three or four–year–old toddler, especially Elias, who was a little too smart for his age.
Stella even brought him to a doctor to get examined. Everything about him was found to be normal, but she still could not help but worry about him. The doctor assured her not to be too worried about it and told her to come back again in a few years to check his IQ.
Suddenly, Stella‘s phone rang.
“Where are you?” she asked as soon as she answered the call. “Why aren’t you here yet?”
“I’m downstairs,” Miguel sighed. “Can you come down here and take me up? I’ve been drinking, and I’m a little tipsy right now.”
“Don’t you have your assistant with you?” Stella frowned.
“We managed to score a huge deal today,” Miguel replied, “so I let them all go home. I’m here alone.”
“But I have Emma and Elias with me.”
“Okay,” Miguel replied, sounding as if his feelings were hurt. “I’ll go upstairs myself then…
“How old are you?” Stella asked, finding his reaction amusing. “Seriously, you’re acting like a child. How much did you drink? If you can’t even climb up the stairs…”
“Okay,” Miguel interrupted her before continuing in good humor. “I get it, I get it. I’m going upstairs to find you guys now.”
As soon as Stella hung up….
Splat!
Emma hurled the contents of a bowl in her hand toward Elias. There was now a massive red, sticky blotch of jam on his shirt.
Elias frowned and glared disapprovingly at his sister before yelling, “Naughty! Emma is naughty!”
Stella had little choice but to hurriedly wipe the jam stain off her son‘s shirt with a napkin.
Emma sat quietly on the side, watching her mother and brother with a guilty look on her face as she covered her ears with her hands.
Seeing this, Stella‘s anger quickly subsided. She naturally had no heart to reprimand her daughter, so all she did was pick Elias up in her arms and tell Emma, “Be a good girl and stay here, okay? Mommy‘s taking Elias to the restroom to clean him up, understand?”
Emma nodded.
Stella was still a little unsettled, so she called for a waitress. “Could you please keep an eye on my daughter for a minute? I need to take my son to the restroom to clean him up so he won‘t catch a cold.”
“Sure,” the waitress nodded. “No problem, Madam.”
The waitress was watching Emma in the room when someone called out for her.
She hesitated for a while, but she quickly thought of the safe and perfectly guarded restaurant and how quiet and well–behaved the little girl usually was.
“I need to take a customer‘s order,” she told Emma, “so just stay here and wait for your mommy, okay?”
Emma nodded and stayed in her seat, quietly waiting for her mommy like a good girl.
Seeing this, the waitress turned and left.
Meanwhile, downstairs, the meal proceeded under a strained atmosphere.
It wasn‘t long before Weston put down the fork and knife in his hands and got up to leave.
“Mr. Ford,” Daisy sprung up on her feet. “Full already?”
He had barely touched the food.
“Yeah,” Weston responded tersely and strode away. But he only took one step before feeling something hitting his leg.
Slam!
A little girl with a cute round face had bumped into him and fell butt–first onto the floor. Her eyes reddened. She looked as if she was about to burst into tears.
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Weston frowned and shot a glance at the child.
For some reason, the sight of this girl quickened his breathing
Nicole grimaced as soon as she saw this.
“Where did this girl come from?” she asked. “What a rude child!”
“Shut up,” Weston snapped at her as soon as he heard her, and his hawkish eyes landed hovered over her head.
Weston‘s look gave Nicole a fright. She soon clammed up and dared to say not a single word after that.
“Unkie...” Emma softly mumbled as she got up to her feet and rubbed her eyes. “I‘m sowwy...”
Emma couldn‘t speak properly yet, but she remembered what her mother taught her–she had to always apologize if she bumped into someone.
The little girl‘s heartful apology instantly warmed up
Weston‘s expressions.
“It‘s okay,” he responded tenderly and, with a rare display of patience, kneeled down in front of the girl, asking, “Where are your parents?”
Emma shook her head in confusion. She had no clue what the word “parents” meant.
Weston chuckled and rubbed her head before asking,” Where‘s your mommy and daddy?”
Emma understood what he meant now. She nodded and quickly answered, “In the westwoom!”
Weston frowned in disapproval. What kind of parents would leave such a young girl unattended and let her roam about the whole place on her own?
Everyone else at the table was still examining the little girl. She was certainly beautiful and was probably around two or three years old. She was also so adorable that anyone who saw her would be tempted to pinch those chubby cheeks of hers.
And in fact, it was exactly what Weston did next.
“Let’s go find your mommy and daddy,” he said after pinching Emma’s cheeks.
Emma blinked as she stared at Weston’s face and nodded her little head. Without thinking, she reached out to take
Weston’s hand.
Her tiny hand felt pillowy soft to Weston’s touch. He glanced down at her, unable to fathom why he felt so fond of this girl.
Emma then stretched out her hand and cried, “Pick me up, Unkie!”
Daisy had been frowning deeply all along. She remembered how Weston never liked children at all.
Fearing that he would be annoyed, she rushed over and asked Emma, “Why don’t you come with me so I can take you to your mommy and daddy, hmm?”
Emma was surprised that a pretty woman suddenly showed up and talked to her. She swiftly hid behind
Weston to avoid Daisy, looking a little frightened.
“It’s fine,” Weston quickly picked the girl up in his arms.
“I‘ll do it. You guys should continue eating.”
As soon as he finished speaking, he strode away.
“Mr. Ford,” Daisy dabbed her mouth with the napkin and got up to follow him. “Let me help you.”
Seeing this, Nicole pushed her chair away and rose to her feet as well, fully intending to follow them.
“I‘ll go with you too!” she insisted. “I‘m good with children!”
Daisy stopped in her tracks and turned around to glare at Nicole.
“What are you doing?” she snapped.
“If you can go with him,” Nicole argued, “then why can‘t I?»
As the two women were busy arguing with each other, Weston had already left with the little girl in his arms.
At that moment, a loud noise rang from upstairs.
“We‘re so sorry, Madam! We will absolutely help you find your daughter!”
“We’re incredibly sorry, Madam! This is the waitress‘ fault! We will check the security cameras right away!”
Stella almost didn‘t hear a word that they were saying. She clasped Elias to her chest as her heart almost burst with anxiety.
She had only left with her daughter for a few minutes to clean up her son, but just as she got back, all she saw was an empty room without a soul in it.
Her first reaction after realizing that Emma had disappeared was to call for the waitress, but unfortunately, she was just as clueless as Stella was when asked about Emma‘s whereabouts.
Stella could hardly describe how she felt then. It was just as numbing as if she had fallen into a tub of icy water on a hot day.
But she had only left Emma there for a few minutes! Where could she run to in that short span of time? She was only a tiny girl, after all...
“I don’t care for your apologies! The most important thing is to find my daughter no matter what!”
She took a deep breath. Her hands were shaking violently, but she still forced herself to keep her composure.
What she didn’t notice was that as she was uttering those words, a tall and muscular man who was carrying a young girl in his arms downstairs suddenly stopped in his tracks and turned his head towards her.
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Just as she appeared on the first floor, she threw everyone there into a deep shock.
That familiar voice...
Everyone‘s first reaction was that they must have been mistaken.
But when they saw that familiar face of hers appearing among the crowd, the room got so quiet that the sound of a pin drop would be like a shriek.
Time seemed to stop at that moment. It was as if the moment had frozen in place, and the clock stopped ticking because of her.
Weston‘s eyes were glued on that face in front of him, suddenly doubting if he was actually dreaming right now. 1
But the sun was still high in the sky. How could he be dreaming?
The little girl sensed something strange going on around her. She twisted and turned, but her chubby arms still clasped themselves around Weston‘s neck.
“Unkie...?” she softly murmured.
Her voice brought Weston back to the present.
Before he could react, the woman in front of him took the little boy‘s hand and rushed towards him. She reached for the girl in his arms and cried, “Give her back to me!”
Weston instinctively stepped away from her and held the girl even more tightly in his arms.
Seeing this, Stella‘s expression changed drastically. Initially, she was anxious and dismayed, but now she seemed to be burning with rage.
“Give my daughter back to me now!” she yelled.
The word “daughter” dropped like a bombshell in the room. Everyone exchanged looks with each other as they tried to digest the new shocking information...
Stella Sealey was still alive, and she had finally returned. She had even brought her daughter back with her.
But what about the little boy she was holding? Who was he then?
Emma had never seen Stella looking so angry before. Her eyes reddened, then suddenly bawled her eyes out. Warm streams of tears streaked down her cheeks.
She assumed Mommy was still angry with her because she made Elias‘ shirt dirty.
“I’m… I’m sowwy Mommy…”
A pang of pain spread out from Stella’s chest at the sight of her daughter crying, as if someone was clutching at her heart in their hand.
“Give her back to me…” she repeated, her voice shaky now as if she was holding back her tears.
She could not forgive herself for causing this. How could she have left her daughter alone at the table? She shouldn’t have trusted a stranger to look after her own child, assuming it would be fine since she would only be gone for a few minutes anyway.
Weston could see the sudden change in her face, but he did not move. His eyes still stared at her, but giant turbulent waves like the dark, tempestuous sea had long crashed against his heart.
After all these years, this woman had reappeared in front of him just like that. It all happened so suddenly without any warning signs at all.
Even for someone with steely self–control like Weston, the corners of his eyes couldn‘t hide an almost imperceptible sign of reddening.
He had to grit his teeth as he blurted out each word slowly to ask her, “Tell me, who are you? Who is she?”
Stella took a deep breath and avoided eye contact, only glancing at Emma, who was still in his arms.
“She‘s my daughter,” she replied. “Can you give her back to me now, Mr. Ford?”
As soon as everyone there heard her call him Mr. Ford, it was as if the riddle was completely solved. There could be no more doubts now—this woman was Stella Sealey.
She was not someone who looked exactly like her or sounded just like her–she was definitely Stella Sealey!
Weston subconsciously tightened his grip around Emma, inadvertently hurting the girl.
“Unkie...” Emma couldn’t help but complain. “It hurts...”
Stella‘s voice turned raspy as she pleaded with the man,”
How much longer are you going to hold onto my daughter? Give her back to me, please. She‘s afraid of strangers.”
It was only then that Weston got his senses back. He stared deeply at the girl in his arms, scrutinizing her eyes and her brows.
She had looked so familiar to him the moment he laid eyes on her. So this girl was her daughter...
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Weston rubbed the girl‘s head, trying very hard to keep his trembling hands under control as he gently asked her, “What is your full name?”
Emma sucked on her thumb and rolled her eyes as she thought about the question. “I‘m Emma...” she replied. Stella had always called her Emma and her brother Elias at home. Their full names were almost never brought up, so she had forgotten what it was. All she knew was that she was Emma.
Weston chuckled at her response and then asked her,” How old are you this year?”
Stella immediately gave Emma a look to warn her. Emma, noticing this, carefully replied with a gulp, “I‘m turning two this year...”
Before they came to Ahn City, Stella had repeatedly reminded her children that while they were in this country, it was imperative they said they were a year younger than their actual age if anybody asked them how old they were. The two children had no idea why their mother would want them to do such a strange thing, but they still listened to her and did as they were told.
Emma was a little relieved that she remembered her mother‘s instructions in time just now. Otherwise , she would have committed mistake after mistake today, which would have meant that she was no longer a good girl! Stella sighed in relief when she heard her daughter‘s response. Then she saw Weston‘s face abruptly turn cold before he shifted his icy gaze towards her.
She turned away, ignoring his questioning looks, and merely asked him again impatiently, “When are you going to give my daughter back to me?”
Everyone else was still in total shock.
When Weston slowly calmed down, the blood that had been boiling in his veins because of Stella gradually simmered down because of her too. Feeling a little hot under his collar, he unbuttoned the top of his shirt and gazed deeply at the woman in front of him.
“How are you going to prove that she really is your daughter?” he asked her.
“But she IS my daughter!” Stella‘s eyes widened, appalled. “Why would I need to prove it? Didn‘t you hear her calling me mommy?”
“But you heard what she said. She‘s not even two years old.”
With a shadow of a smile on his face, he turned to Stella and nonchalantly added, “She‘s only a baby. What would she know? She even called me Daddy just now, so the fact that she called you Mommy doesn‘t really prove anything, does it?”
Hmm?
Emma looked up at the man and stared at him in confusion.
When did she ever call him Daddy? She clearly called him Unkie just now...
Stella took a deep breath, barely able to keep herself from exploding in anger in front of him. But she had not seen him for three years. Now that they bumped into each other again, she had no desire to be too enmeshed with him again.
“Just give her back to me now,” she begged, “and we‘ll talk about the rest later.... She‘s still very young, so she‘d get scared if she stays too long with a stranger.” “But I don‘t think she‘s afraid at all,” argued Weston. He turned to the little girl in his arms with a smile and asked her, “Are you scared of me, hmm?”
Emma looked at him, then turned to Stella. She could that she should be afraid of this man, from the way Stella was eyeballing her.
But didn‘t Mommy tell her that good girls never lied? So what should she do?
Emma struggled with the dilemma for a while before she made up her mind. With her face all scrunched up, she replied, “I‘m not scared of you. I like you very much...”
In the end, Emma decided that she would be an honest girl.
As she spoke, she clasped her hands on the nape of Weston‘s neck. The faint scent of milk wafted through the air and tickled his nose. His eyes softened significantly as he looked at her. “Now that‘s a good girl,” he told Emma in a polite tone.
“Thanks!” Emma responded, giggling happily. She then turned to her mother and saw the look in Stella‘s eyes. She instantly became more cautious and reserved before telling Weston in a low voice, ‘‘But I still like Mommy the most, so if Mommy wants me to be scared of you, I‘ll be scared of you…”
Stella took a deep breath, suddenly feeling a headache coming on.
How could her own daughter betray her like that?
But in that instant, the initially strained and serious atmosphere suddenly relaxed. After hearing what Emma said, Weston chuckled and lovingly stroked her head.
Stella stared coldly at the interaction between Weston and Emma.
She knew that he was only treating Emma so nicely because he thought that the girl was his daughter.
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“I know what‘s on your mind,” Stella reminded Weston in a cool voice, “but she‘s only two, so what you‘re thinking is completely impossible.”
Hearing this, Weston turned to her and plainly replied, ” I‘ve never been around children much, but even I know the difference between a two–year–old and a three–year old. Judging by how well she can speak, and how she could even speak French with me, you can‘t expect me to believe that she‘s only two.” “But that‘s only because we‘ve been living in a different country,” Stella argued, clenching her fist. “It‘s completely normal for her to speak French, where she grew up.”
“Really?” Weston nodded. “So you‘ve been living in another country. No wonder I‘ve been never able to find you.”
Stella‘s countenance abruptly changed. She had not expected that even after three years, he could still be so nonchalant about everything, that he could still be so... infuriating!
Meanwhile, at the table, the group of people was all stunned and speechless. None of them had the sense to respond properly yet.
Ben stared in disbelief at how cool and unruffled Weston was when in front of Stella.
In the past three years, Weston had done so many shocking and outrageous things just to bring Stella back to life. He tried it all—from trying to capture her spirits to reawakening her soul. Later, when he found out that none of these was possible, he calmed down a little before shifting his efforts to try to make Stella appear in his dreams.
In short, he looked nothing like the cool and calculative man standing in front of him right now.
Where had the man who had been living like a zombie for the past three years gone?
Ben shook his head, then turned to look at Stella.
He had not seen her for three years now, so her sudden reappearance utterly shocked him. In fact, seeing her alive and kicking had put the group of people at the table into total shock. None of them was able to react yet as they all still thought they must be dreaming
Stella Sealey had clearly died a long time ago. In fact, Weston had been living with her corpse for so many days after her death before it was entirely burned to ashes in that car...
So how could she suddenly reappear out of nowhere, just like that?
Unless...
A thought popped up in Ben‘s mind, a thought that horrified him so much that he suddenly turned pale.
Could all those weird sorcery and voodoo stuff that Weston tried in the past have actually worked? Did Weston really succeed in bringing his dead wife back to life?
Ben‘s jaw actually dropped when he thought of this possibility. He regarded himself as a young and sensible man who had been working at Weston Ford‘s sise the start of his career. He was a knowledgeable modern man with a faith completely rooted in science! How could he even entertain such an idea? Surely nothing so bizarre and unscientific could be possible!
No, it was simply impossible, wasn‘t it?
Right...?
Stella Sealey was not actually a ghost, right?
But the more Ben looked at her, the less convinced he became.
If she was not a ghost, then how was Stella even more beautiful than she was three years ago?
He only saw her from a distance, but even from there, he could see that she was as beautiful as a rose in full bloom.
She was only standing there yet she managed to draw everyone‘s attention toward her.
She looked nothing like the young, innocent woman she was three years ago.
Now, it was as if an enchanting aura surrounded her body, in turn, giving her a much more confident and charming outlook than before. She personified the exquisite blend of pure grace and alluring passion, which perfectly matched the elegant Chanel dress that she was wearing
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Even Nicole and Daisy, who were both dressed to the nines, paled in comparison to Stella, whose elegance completely outshone the combined beauty of the other two women.
Grace and charm flowed out of her body with every gesture she made, making it almost impossible for Ben to take his eyes off her.
How could such a bewitching woman not be a ghost?
The thoughts in his own head shocked him over and over again. His palms began to sweat, and he did not know what to do.
In the end, it was Henry who spoke up, breaking the long silence in the room.
“So you‘re not dead after all,” he commented. “Looks like you‘ve been duping us for three full years.” He then chuckled under his breath, acting as if he was the only one in the room. “Don‘t mention death in front of my children!” Stella glared coldly at him and hissed. She took Elias‘ hand, glanced at Emma, who seemed to be extremely fond of Weston, and sighed.
“What do I have to do for you to return my daughter, Mr. Ford?”
“All you need to do is prove that this really is your daughter, and I‘ll gladly return her to you. What do you say?”
Stella gritted her teeth so hard that she could hear them grinding against each other. “Stop messing around with me!” she snapped. Weston‘s eyes slowly turned gloomy as he stared fixedly at her.
“All I‘m asking for is proof,” he spoke slowly, word by word. “After all, you can‘t expect me to believe a word you say, can you? You‘re the one who hoodwinked me into thinking that you‘re dead all this time. To think that you‘d deceive your own husband about something so serious as that, you can‘t blame me if I can‘t trust you enough to hand over this innocent little girl to you.”
“You—“Stella‘s expressions altered. Instead of getting angry, though, she laughed as she stared at him and asked, “Fine, how would you like me to prove it then?”
Weston put Emma down on the floor , rubbed her head, and took her hand.
“We’ll do a DNA test to start,” he said.
Stella clenched her fists tightly, and her fingers dug deep
into her flesh that marks were visible. With a pale face, she looked at him and said, “I know what you‘re thinking, Weston, but don’t you think that you‘re being ridiculous? Don‘t tell me that you still can‘t let go of me after all these years. Are you actually hoping that I‘ve given birth to your children? Have you forgotten why I became infertile?”
Stella uttered those words in an utterly plain voice, yet each word hit his raw nerves, again and again, causing him unimaginable pain.
His face changed as he gazed wistfully at the face that he had been dreaming about day and night for the past three years.
“I told you,” he said, “that I don‘t care if we had children or not. I never minded the fact that you‘re infertile…”
“But I did!” she interrupted him. “You didn‘t want children, but I did!”
She then paused and frowned before impatiently adding, “This is not the time to be talking about these things. What exactly do you want?”
Emma had never seen Stella so furious before. Thinking that it might be because she had done something wrong, those tears that had stopped flowing not too long ago started to gush out again. “Stop fighting,” she cried, waving her chubby arms,” stop fighting... It‘s aw my fawt... Stop fighting...”
The sight of her daughter crying pierced straight through Stella‘s heart.
“Mommy‘s not mad at you,” she comforted the girl.” Don‘t cry, Emma...”
She wanted to wipe away Emma‘s tears, but stopped and merely glared at Weston when she saw that Emma was still in his arms.
Seeing that Emma was crying again, Weston wiped her tears and, without any hesitation, gave her back to Stella.
This move stunned Stella, but before she could react, Emma flew straight into her arms and softly clasped her hands behind Stella‘s neck before kissing her gently on her cheek.
“I‘m sowwy, Mommy. I didn‘t mean to run...”
Stella quickly held her daughter close to her chest and hugged her tight. She closed her eyes and breathed in the faint scent of milk coming from her daughter. Only then did her heartbeat return to its steady pace.
“I‘m just glad that you‘re alright, Emma... That‘s all that matters. But you‘re not allowed to run away like that ever again, understood ? You will stay exactly where you are until Mommy returns, okay?”
“From now on, no matter where we go, I‘ll always make sure that you‘re by my side,” she added after a pause.
Emma nodded solemnly. Elias, who was standing by the side, folded his arms as if he was an adult and shook his head disapprovingly, saying, “Emma is a naughty girl! A stupid one too!” Emma had always been so mischievous, and she was always causing trouble. She liked to bully Elias a lot, too, aside from being so dumb. How could she run off like that when she was left alone for just a few minutes? How could she possibly help him protect Mommy in the future if she kept on acting in this stupid way?
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Weston‘s attention was drawn to the boy as soon as he spoke.
Because Stella‘s reappearance had been too astounding, he had focused solely on her and Emma. It was only now that he noticed the little boy beside Stella.
The boy seemed to be of the same age as Emma. He also looked almost identical to her, although he was evidently much bolder than the girl.
When the boy noticed Weston‘s gaze, he looked straight at him and fearlessly demanded, “Please give my sister back to me!”
He spoke much more clearly than Emma, though he still uttered each word slowly. He was obviously brought up in a bilingual environment because he spoke both English and French fluently, switching between the two with ease.
Weston studied the boy. He already had an idea in mind, but his eyes were perfectly calm, not revealing much emotion at all.
“What‘s your name?” he asked, his voice hoarse.
Elias frowned and turned to Stella. Then he curled his lips and replied, “I might be a child, but my name is still my privacy. I won‘t tell you that so easily!”
Weston was dumbfounded, but he showed no sign of irritation. In fact, there was a glimmer of a smile in his eyes when he asked, “Do you know what privacy means?” “Of course I do!” answered Elias, raising his head to look at Weston. “Privacy means something that you don‘t want other people to know!”
That was, in fact, not what Stella taught him. The truth was, while it might still be a bit too early for the twins, she had indeed instilled the ideas of safety and self defense into their minds. For example, she told them that all children had their own privacy and they were forbidden to allow any adult to take off their clothes or touch their private parts. She had originally intended it as a way to teach them to protect themselves, but Elias had stretched the concept of privacy beyond the private parts of his body. Now everything that he did not want to talk about had become a matter of his privacy!
Elias was a confident and daring boy. He was also a lot cleverer and more obedient than most children, so naturally, he had been following Stella‘s advice consistently all along.
Emma, on the other hand, was timid compared to her brother. Although she was generally obedient too, she was easily influenced and provoked, especially when she was left alone, when she would falter against her own
good judgment Stella knew that she couldn’t stay by her children‘s side forever, so she wanted to teach them these things early on. She did not want them to be too sheltered, like flowers in a house of glass –just as she used to be. She had been so sheltered and protected in her childhood that the first setbacks she encountered completely shattered her into a thousand pieces. Stella picked Emma up and told Weston, “If there‘s nothing else, we‘re leaving now.”
Then she turned and walked away.
Weston‘s brows knitted. Before he could speak, he was suddenly interrupted by Daisy, who until then was as good as invisible. “What a surprise!” she exclaimed. “It‘s been so long since we last saw you, Ms. Sealey! Who would‘ve thought you‘d have children and they‘d be so grown up!”
Daisy did her very best to keep her composure, even though her heart was as turbulent as the stormy sea.
“But since you‘re already here,” she continued, “why don‘t you join us for a meal? We‘re all friends here and, besides, we‘re all curious about... what happened to you. We‘ll be excited to hear what‘s happened the last few years and why... why you‘ve never contacted Mr. Ford.”
She was all politeness, giving off an air of kindness and generosity.
Nicole could hardly stand looking at Daisy‘s pretentious facade. She knew that Daisy was clearly jealous of her, yet she was acting all friendly for some reason. She, for one, didn‘t care to put up such a fake performance. She was no hypocrite.
“We made a reservation here,” she grumbled with displeasure, “because we wanted to celebrate Mr. Ford‘s birthday. We didn‘t plan for a dead woman to show up suddenly. If someone like that were to join us, I‘m afraid it would take all the fun out of the party...”
Just as she spoke, she could feel an icy gaze directed at her.
It was Weston. His eyes had always looked cold and indifferent without a trace of emotion, but right now, it was bitingly, piercingly ruthless.
His thin lips only parted slightly, but the words he spat out were like sharp icy blades, “Get out.”
Two short words, yet the air in the restaurant instantly froze, as if they had been transported into a freezer.
Nicole quickly realized that she had made a huge mistake, regretting her words as soon as she spoke them.
But it was too late to turn back now. She could see that Weston‘s expressions had changed drastically. With a face that gradually got paler, she meekly uttered, “I...”
“Didn‘t you hear me?” Weston barked while unbuttoning the top of his shirt with his long fingers so he could get some fresh air and breathe a little more easily. “I said, get out.”
“Get out now,” he stressed. “And never ever let me see your face again.”
Mr. Ford Is Jealous Chapter 1169
Weston tried his best to suppress his anger in front of the children.
Unfortunately , Nicole had no skills of reading people‘s expressions, which was why she just sat there hemming and hawing without making a move. She had not matured or improved much at all in the past three years. She was still the kind of person who loved to be loud and brash, yet in the end had no courage to bear the consequences of her actions.
Luckily, Ben could read the room very quickly. He walked up to Nicole and made a gesture with his hand to “invite” her to leave.
Nicole‘s face was as pale as the belly of a fish now. A hot wave of embarrassment rose up from the sole of her feet. She turned to Weston with pleading eyes, begging for his mercy.
But the man never even gave her a glance. All along, his gaze had been consistently glued on Stella and Stella alone.
Nicole suddenly felt a chill in her heart, followed by the rising of an unbearable pain.
It had been three years now. Why was he still pining over that woman?
She suddenly remembered how, three years ago, she had assumed that the reason why he helped her and treated her so kindly was because he must have taken a fancy to her.
At the time, she was just an impoverished college student. Because of the financial straits her family was in, she decided to work at Lowe Garden to earn some extra money.
It was Weston who eventually waved all her financial problems away. It was him who pulled her out of that filthy place so that she could go back to her studies with her dignity intact. But it did not occur to her at all that…
Everything he did was actually for the sake of another woman.
All Weston wanted was for her and Belle to take all the blame for Stella should things turned south for her.
In his eyes, she was no different from women like Belle.
They were all his tools and nothing more.
But by the time Nicole realized all that, she had fallen head over heels for Weston. In fact, the more she learned about him, the more she became hopelessly obsessed with him.
Belle, on the other hand, seemed to have awakened from her initial stupor. She had come to realize that a man like
Weston was just out of her reach, and so she took the big sum of money she was offered and disappeared.
But Nicole could not give up just like that.
All she wanted was for him to take a good look at her once, and in the past three years, she had been staying by his side, walking on eggshells all the time so as to not annoy him. But what did she get in the end for all that?
Just the words “get out“.
How could she not be indignant about it?
As she walked past Weston, her eyes reddened and she told him, “I know I shouldn’t have said what I said, Mr Ford, but my intentions were pure! All I wanted was to give you a nice birthday party…
Weston gave her a frigid look with eyes as sharp as pointed blades.
Up until now, he had just been ignoring her, but now there was even a trace of disgust in his eyes as he looked at her.
This almost froze Nicole’s heart into a stone. She could feel an unbearable wave of humiliation surging up her body.
She knew then that it would be pointless for her to grit her teeth and remain there, and she had even less hope that Weston would change his mind and have mercy on her.
Before, she had assumed that since Stella Sealey was dead, she could probably take her place in his heart one day as long as she stayed by his side, but now that Stella somehow came back from the dead... Weston‘s gaze never once left Stella ever since she showed up.
This filled Nicole with rage, yet she was powerless to do anything about it. She bemoaned how unfair it was that life depended so much on timing. After all, she never thought for once that she was in any way inferior to Stella Sealey. But because Stella had come into Weston‘s life before she did, it was her that had always held a special place in his heart.
This thought distraught her so much that it was almost unbearable.
“Mr Ford,” she continued. “I really was only trying to give you a nice birthday party. I‘m so sorry.”
Mr. Ford Is Jealous Chapter 1170
Her heartfelt confession did little to nudge Weston’s heart. Instead, he merely lifted his eyes impatiently and swept a cold glance, asking in a savage tone, “Are you done talking?”
Nicole could feel the tears welling up in her eyes. Her head was drooping as she mumbled, “Yes…”
Her blanched face had now turned beet red. That brutal sense of humiliation intensified, making it impossible for her to remain there for a second longer.
Finally, with a flushed face, she turned and ran away.
Daisy sighed in relief when Nicole was gone, scoffing at how childish Nicole was and how she completely couldn’t control her emotions.
But perhaps that was for the best, as it would make it clear to Weston how different Daisy and Nicole were. He would finally see that she was the one who was calmer and more mature, that she was the one who could always keep her temper in check.
Unlike Nicole, Daisy was fully aware that she could never compete with Stella Sealey for Weston’s love. After all, she couldn’t find a way to replace her in his heart, even when everyone believed that she was dead, much less now, when she suddenly turned up not just alive and kicking, but with two children in tow–children that might very well be Weston’s.
Daisy still had some doubts about these children, though. After all, Stella had a rare blood type that made it impossible for her to get pregnant again. Based on this alone, Daisy felt that she might still hold an advantage over Stella.
As it was now, her position by Weston’s side was very stable, even if she was only there as his secretary. She never wished for anything more anyway.
She was not foolish like Nicole, who immediately threw a tantrum and attacked Stella out in the open as if she was a child whose candy had been taken away from her.
No, Daisy would never harm Stella in any way because she knew that in order for her to remain in Weston’s favor, she must treat Stella very nicely or even be on good terms with her. Daisy knew that only by treating the person Weston loved as someone she loved would she have a chance to remain in Weston’s orbit.
“I’m so sorry, Ms. Sealey. That was my cousin. She’s always had a bad temper since she was a child. I apologize on her behalf if she has offended you. She really shouldn’t have said…”
“Daisy?” Stella interrupted her, looking Daisy up and down before pointedly adding, “It’s been a while since I last saw you.”
Stella recalled that this woman was Weston‘s secretary, who later became Xavier Ford‘s girlfriend. But judging by how she was acting now, she somehow seemed a little... different.
She glanced at Xavier, who was not far away from them. He was sitting beside Henry Moore, and they were both gazing in her direction, amused by what they saw. Stella turned to Daisy again and said, “So, you...”
Daisy seemed to understand what Stella was thinking and smiled resignedly before explaining, “I broke up with Xavier three years ago. We‘re just good friends now.” 1
“Really?” Stella smiled almost imperceptibly, looking as if she did not find the revelation surprising. “That‘s just too bad.”
Daisy‘s face instantly froze. She knew that Stella probably did not mean anything more than what she said, but it made her feel a little awkward!
She had a hunch that Stella had long seen through her feelings for Weston. Daisy clenched her fists and suppressed her emotions before telling Stella with a smile, “It really is such a surprise to see you here, Ms. Sealey. It‘s Mr. Ford‘s birthday today. He has been thinking about you these past three years. Why haven‘t you contacted him, considering you‘ve been alive all along?”
Before Stella could open her mouth, Daisy let out a sigh and continued lamenting, “I don’t know what you’ve been doing these past few years, but you should’ve at least let Mr. Ford know that you’re still alive, right? He’s been missing you so terribly… why don’t we all sit down and have a chat?”
She then pressed on earnestly, “I’ll be completely frank with you, Ms. Sealey. Mr. Ford has suffered a lot because of you these past three years. Since it is his birthday today, why don’t you spend some time with him? I’m sure it would make him immensely happy…”
At that point, Stella suddenly paused and turned to look at Daisy with a smile.