Mr. Ford is Jealous

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Chapter 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

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stick, 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.

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Xavier 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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