Mr. Ford Is Jealous
Chapter 532

Chapter 532

Bradley could see Stella's awkward situation.

Stella shook her head. "Don't worry about me... Just this much... won't hurt me. Besides, I'm not that fragile." She smiled.

Bradley, however, frowned. "How can I leave you alone like this?"

He did not expect things to go so badly. A small accident earlier made everyone reject Stella.

It was only normal for the people in the entertainment industry to protect themselves and stay away from trouble. However, Bradley could not do the same. After all, she was his film's actress. Stella was still hesitating.

Bradley said to her uncompromisingly, "Give me your hand."

He was so firm that it made Stella hesitate. Just as she was about to extend her hand, a tall shadow suddenly cast over her from behind.

A slender hand reached out from the side and blocked Bradley.

Stella looked up and met a pair of familiar eyes.

He wore a mask, but she could feel his familiar aura behind his mask.

It was Weston.

Stella froze in place. She had never thought Weston would

come here. She blurted out, "Why are you here?"

"Will you dance with me?" Weston had walked up to her. Before she could react, he had took her hand in his palm.

Panic flashed through her eyes momentarily. She looked at Bradley, who was eyeing Weston suspiciously.

"This is?" Bradley was looking at him too.

"Mr. Lane, I'll dance with him..." Stella interrupted him and feared that he would notice Weston's real identity. Then, she dragged Weston into the dance floor without saying a word. Weston did not seem worried that others might recognize him.

He gently embraced Stella and carefully pressed a kiss on her forehead. He simply ignored the gazes of those around him.

"Those people are mocking you. Why did you just listen in silence and not fight back?"

"How can I fight back? They did that because they wanted to please Guinevere. She always wants to make my life hard."

Weston paused and suddenly looked down at her. "Are you complaining to me?"

"No. I'm just surprised. You're so bold to come here wearing a mask. What if someone recognized you? What would happen to your relationship with Guinevere ?" She sounded like she was gloating at him. Even so, Weston could sense the slight jealousy in her tone.

He tipped her chin in a surprisingly good mood. "Well, since

you're complaining to me, it doesn't seem right for me to ignore it. Tell me what do you want me to do with her?"

"Can you bear to hurt her?"

"I can, as long as you tell me to."

Stella sneered and did not take him seriously. Instead, she looked around nervously.

"No one will notice," Weston said. "Focus on the dance with me."

Stella felt like he was just too full of himself. "Everyone is looking at you now. Weston, are you sure Guinevere won't recognize you?"

"I thought you were hoping she'd find out about me. Why are you worried now?" Weston inched closer to her, seemingly unaware

of her concerns. He hugged her a little tighter and muttered, "Who said no men would ask you to dance? Hmm?"

"You..." Stella gritted her teeth. "I don't need you to help."

"I know. If I hadn't come, some other men would ask you to dance, right?"

Weston curled his lips coldly. "If I hadn't come, were you going to dance with Bradley ?" His tone sounded a little threatening.

Stella turned her head away and refused to answer his childish question. She questioned, "How did you enter with a mask? Did the organizer let you in?" "What do you think?"

"Enough. I know you're very powerful..." Stella suddenly felt

speechless. "You should hurry and leave after this. Someone might notice."

"It seems like you're really worried that your relationship with me will be known to others.." Weston stopped mid sentence abruptly and watched Stella's confident dance moves. "You can waltz?" he asked.

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