Chapter 289

"Would you not defend your own woman?" Weston Ford asked him in return. Xavier Ford did a double-take and chuckled. "Well, of course, I'm nice to my own ladies. Anyone who’s dated me always ends up grateful they had me. We're men, aren't we? Magnanimity and generosity are our charms, but…" Turning towards Weston in amusement, he asked, "Is your woman like the one I had?" Weston said nothing, watching silently as Stella Sealey finally found the right posture. She practiced repeatedly until she finally learned the technique Weston taught her. His gaze turned distant as if reminiscing some emotion he wanted to keep repressed, but the opposite seemed to be happening instead. "She's not all that different," he admitted. Back at the pool table, Stella had just got her posture right, and she picked up a few balls to test her strikes from a different angle. She focussed, placing all her attention on her cue, and struck—but the distribution of her strike was still a little scattered,