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Chapter 1045
Joan sighed, wondering if he could really be with Guinevere.
Stella knew Joan was not asleep yet, so she came out of the room wrapped in a woolen shawl. “…You should go and get some rest. It‘s getting late now.”
“Mrs. Ford?”
Joan looked at the frail figure in front of her and couldn‘t help but comfort her, saying, “I‘m sure Mr. Ford is held up by something urgent right now. Once he‘s dealt with everyth
and get some rest…”
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“I‘m not waiting for him anymore,” Stella shook her head. “You should go and get some rest too.”
She smiled and added, “He‘s probably by Guinevere‘s
side.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAfter all, their son had just died. As Zachary‘s father, it was only natural that he would be with the child‘s mother right now. Stella had nothing against that.
“Mrs. Ford…” The more she acted that way, the more Joan felt bad for her. “I‘m certain Mr. Ford will come home once he‘s dealt with everything out there.”
Stella‘s eyebrows drooped. She closed her eyes.
It no longer mattered to her whether he came home or not.
The awsul weather late at nighit made going out to sea unsuitable.
Ben stood on the deck as the waves violently rocked the boat. He glanced around and turned to Weston, saying,” It looks like it might rain soon, Mr. Ford.” Weston stood tall and
Whether Roger was alive or dead, they had to get to the bottom of this.
Ben nodded.
“We never expected things to ever come to this, Mr. Ford …” Ben explained apologetically.
He rarely ever fumbled in the tasks Weston assigned him, and although what had happened was due to factors that were out of his control, he still blamed himself for being inco
clean up all the mess himself.
But now that the ship had sailed, it was no longer the time to look for someone to blame.
“Make sure that Stella docsn‘t know about this for now,” Weston raised his wrist and glanced at the time.” Negotiate with those people over at the delta. Do what you can to brin
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“Yes, Mr. Ford.”
Ben noticed his visibly somber face and couldn‘t help commenting, “Who would‘ve thought that he‘d be so similar to Mrs. Ford? They‘re both just so headstrong…‘
They had finally managed to rescue Roger from those dangerous people over at the delta. However, not only was
Roger not grateful, he even insisted on treating Weston like an enemy.
Not only that, but he even went so far as…
Ben sighed again.
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Weston turned around , his eyes dark as the night. Like the vast endless sea, dangerous turbulence hid behind their ostensibly calm surface. The rain was getting heavier.
Joan couldn‘t fall asleep no matter how hard she tried. She had been raring to give Weston another call, but she was afraid of disturbing him.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmEven Stella was probably asleep
by now, so why shouldn‘t she just wait till the next morning to talk to him? That was what she thought, but she still tossed and turned, unable to sleep.
Weston might be spending time alone with Guinevere Cohen right now at such a late hour. What if something
happened? She could hardly be blamed for worrying over this because it was plain for everyone to see that Guinevere still harbored feelings for Weston right now
Zachary‘s death must have caused them indescribable pain, which presented an excellent opportunity for them to reconcile. After all, they must be both heartbroken right now,
This would be the perfect fuel to reignite old flames, and once that spark was lit, no one could contain the resulting fire.
Just as her thoughts ran wild, she suddenly heard the gate opening downstairs. The creaking noise distinctly pierced through the droning of the late night storm.
“Could that be Mr. Ford coming home?” Joan sprang up to her feet.
The black Maybach slowly pulled into the driveway as the gate opened. When Weston stepped out of the car, he
noticed Joan waiting for him at the elevator door.
“You‘re still awake?” he shot her a glance and frowned.
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