Chapter 287
Weston Ford took her by the waist. "Ignore him. He has always been that way."
Stella Sealey nodded and followed him to the changing room.
Though the billiards place didn’t require a strict dress code, Stella had no idea that Weston would bring her along. Since skirts were hard to move around in, she really wasn’t dressed for the occasion. Hence, she asked an attendant for a change of clothes.
It was just simple sportswear, but Stella appeared clean and fresh in the white and blue as if she could bring out something different about those clothes.
Weston walked up to her then, reaching out to stroke her dangling locks of hair before brushing them behind her head.
"Which would you prefer?" he asked.
Stella did a double-take. "You're helping me with my hair?"
Weston did not answer and simply held out a palm at her. Understanding the gesture, Stella put her hair tie on it and sat in front of the dressing mirror, watching as he fiddled with it between his fingers. However, he ended

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