NovelEnglishChapter 288
At Weston Ford’s words, Stella Sealey quietly walked up to him. Her dainty form somehow looked even
smaller beside him, and he completely eclipsed her. “Bend over,” he instructed from behind her. Stella,
however, had no idea what he meant by that. Still, she tried by lowering her head stiffly, which only
drew a chuckle from Weston. “Is that yoga?” Flushing, she promptly straightened and moved away. “I
give up.” Weston did not get upset, however, and instead patted her on the cheek. “Getting
embarrassed
already?” Stella shrank from his touch but said nothing, which only delighted him more as he pinched
her cheek. “Alright, I’ll stop teasing you— let’s get serious.” Gesturing at the waiter to bring him a cue
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtstick, he put his hands around Stella, shifting her around until she had the right posture. As he lifted her
arm slightly, he told her, “This angle is optimal for a hit. Also, keep your eyes level, and focus on the
point of the ball you’re going to hit-do not hesitate, and try to focus the force on that point. While
Weston was standing behind her, she was basically in her arms, and whenever he spoke beside her
ears, his warm breath coasted all over her skin. Without any distance between them, as his chest
leaned over her back, he seemed to sense even the slightest of her movements. Nonetheless, Stella
was focused solely on her cue. Weston held her hand, teaching her blow-by-blow.
Plonk!
She struck the cue on that ball, which shot forward as if following a destined line, which in turn, hit the
ball up front into a hole “A hole in one!” Xavier Ford cheered nearby, though he knew he could expect
nothing less of his nephew, who consistently achieved the best outcome with relative ease. Be it in his
studies, company management, or hobbies; he could casually reach the pinnacle of each discipline
with relative ease. It was the reason Weston always viewed life as static and unchallenging Though
there was no telling if it was a good or bad thing, the hint of happiness Xavier could see in Weston’s
face whenever he was with Stella enabled him to perceive the vigor in his nephew. Meanwhile, unlike
before, Stella was now hitting the balls with machine-like precision, and she seemed to have grown
absorbed in the game.
She then told Weston, “I’d like to play alone.”
“Sure.” Weston cheerfully released her and gestured for her to continue as she wished. He walked to
another corner, beckoning for a waiter to get him some wine.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmXavier came and sat beside him just then, picking up a glass of wine for a sip while wiping sweat off his
brow.
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He watched as Stella poised herself for another hit and chuckled, “Only you can teach someone as
stupid as her.”
Weston frowned, took the wine from Xavier, and returned it to the waiter’s tray. “She’s not stupid.”
Xavier was speechless. “Weren’t you calling her stupid just a moment ago?”
Weston was a good teacher, and Stella wouldn’t have chased him off just because he kept telling her
that she was stupid.
“Only I can call her stupid, not you.” Weston poured out the glass of wine Xavier had a sip from and
had the waiter serve him another. Having nothing left to say, Xavier threw up his hands. “Fine, of
course!” Still, he suddenly looked at Weston and asked, “That said, aren’t you getting a little
overprotective of Miss Steele here?”
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