StarNovelChapter 290
Stella Sealey closed her eyes and stopped herself from thinking about those things. Now that her fate
was sealed, she should be thinking about her way out, and not about self pity.
Crack!
Another ball into the pocket.
This time, she learned quickly-as usual, she was a little unsteady at first, but as she slowly got used to
it-until every strike was perfect. Even Xavier Ford, who had been belittling her, couldn’t help but
approach the table to watch. “You’re such a quick learner!” After giving her a praiseful gaze, he gave
Weston Ford a look that seemed to say: You’ve hit the jackpot!
Weston raised a brow and didn’t deny it.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtEven if nobody else could tell, it was apparent to Xavier that it was clear smugness. Naturally, he found
it unbelievable that Weston would be proud of a woman.
After all, Guinevere Cohen-Weston’s fiancee, was a star celebrity that seized attention wherever she
went-yet Weston had never made such a face for her.
It was then that Xavier could not help but change his evaluation of the woman before him. “Ella
Steele…” he mused, breathing her name with length and meaning,
***
Although Stella was engrossed in the game of pool, she didn’t forget that she was there for something
important. While taking a break, she approached Weston, saying, “I need to go to the washroom.” “Go
on,” Weston said, sparing her a brief glance before turning back to his cue stick with movements subtle
and elegant that seemed more of a work of art.
Stella watched him for a while before turning to head to the washroom. As she reached the doorway,
she took a quick glance behind, ensuring that she was well outside the pool hall, before changing
directions to an inconspicuous corner.
There was basically no one in the backyard-the bushes, having not been trimmed for a long while were
so lush that they would keep out prying eyes. Stella headed there and checked if her cellphone could
get a signal. In fact, she had tried to excuse herself to the washroom when they first reached the pool
hall, but it turned out that the signal inside was too poor to even text. Out here, however, in a clear
space, the signal was at full bar.
She called Bradley Lane immediately.
“…Ella Steele?”
“Ah, Mr. Lane… I’m afraid something urgent came up this afternoon. Can I take an emergency leave?
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmi’ll be there tomorrow morning…”
Stella could hear Bradley impatiently flipping pages from the other end of the call. After a while, he
said, “Sure, but you must be here tomorrow morning. Your role is too important and it can’t wait-
Guinevere is coming next week, and your role must be done by then, along with the earlier parts.”
Stella clenched her phone, a bitterness showing on her face at the mention of Guinevere. After a while,
she nodded. “Okay. I understand.” She hung up and took a deep breath. As long as Weston was with
her, she would eventually run into Guinevere.
Despite all that, however, she should’ve never been so afraid to sacrifice so much of her own time
avoiding her.
In fact, this was a golden opportunity for her to escape from Weston, one that she had to seize.
Nonetheless, the conversation with Bradley lasted for mere minutes. She was about to put away her
phone as she turned into a corner of the walkway when she saw Weston walking toward her. Stella’s
heart pounded, and she quickly ran up to him. “Why are you here?”
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