Chapter 288

At Weston Ford's words, Stella Sealey quietly walked up to him. Her dainty form somehow looked even smaller beside him, and he completely eclipsed her. "Bend over," he instructed from behind her. Stella, however, had no idea what he meant by that. Still, she tried by lowering her head stiffly, which only drew a chuckle from Weston. "Is that yoga?" Flushing, she promptly straightened and moved away. "I give up." Weston did not get upset, however, and instead patted her on the cheek. "Getting embarrassed already?" Stella shrank from his touch but said nothing, which only delighted him more as he pinched her cheek. "Alright, I'll stop teasing you—let's get serious." Gesturing at the waiter to bring him a cue stick, he put his hands around Stella, shifting her around until she had the right posture. As he lifted her arm slightly, he told her, "This angle is optimal for a hit. Also, keep your eyes level, and focus on the point of the ball you're going to hit—do not hesitate, and