Chapter 75

Weston took a sip from the wine glass Stella held to his lips. However, Stella’s hand shook and some of the wine spilled out, staining Weston’s pristine white shirt. Instead of making the shirt look dirty, the dark red stains added a dangerous, menacing aura to Weston. He was half-shrouded in darkness, and the other half under dim light. He looked just like half an angel and half a devil. Stella immediately put the glass down. “I’m sorry about this.” She pulled out some napkins, intending to clean up the mess. Her hand suddenly paused in mid-air as she hesitated, “Mr. Ford, perhaps you should do it yourself.” Weston kept silent and stared right into her eyes. He reached out, grabbed her wrist, and maneuvered her hand to press the napkin onto his shirt. The positions of the stains were slightly awkward. Stella pulled her hand back instinctively, but Weston held her hand in place forcefully. He led her hand in wiping his shirt, stroke by stroke. He fixed his dark, b