Chapter 592

Weston called out her name, but she didn't respond. So, he walked in front of her and picked her up from the swing. There was a stone table in the small garden, which had been cleaned by Joan just now. He put Stella on it and trapped her between his arms. "What are you thinking about?" The man's voice was low as he leaned close to her ear and asked in a hoarse voice, "Hmm?" The hot air he exhaled caused goosebumps to rise on her skin. She shuddered for a moment, then returned to her senses instantly. The minute she raised her head, she stared into a pair of deep dark eyes. “Nothing,” she answered. Weston’s charming face was right in front of her. His face was elegantly beautiful, perhaps because he had mixed genes. Especially those eyes, they looked like God had carefully carved them. No matter from which angle, he looked unbelievably handsome. He seemed pleased by her reaction as a smile appeared on his face before he lowered his head and kissed the tip of her nose. "Why