NovelEnglishChapter 390 Guinevere leaned against his shoulder and looked at the flabbergasted Wendy.
She had once been the queen of the entertainment circle in her heyday.
Now, it seemed like her glamor was only in appearances. They exchanged glances.
Guinevere acted as if she just spotted Wendy and anxiously pushed Chris away. “Auntie...”
Chris‘ back stiffened and he broke out in cold sweat as he straightened himself. He turned his head
stiffly over and saw Wendy standing right behind him. Guilt crept up his heart. “Wendy...” He clenched
his fists and forced himself to calm down. “Why did you come down? It‘s very cold and windy outside...”
He stepped forward. Wendy looked at Chris walking nearer to her with a smile on her face. “Nothing. I
just didn‘t see both of you in the house and was wondering where you two had gone.”
Chris immediately put up a front and held her hands up with a smile. “I came out to take a call and saw
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtGwen tending to the garden. I was worried that she would tire herself out and came over to remind her
to keep warm and take care of herself.”
“You‘re very concerned about her.”
Her words made Chris‘ heart leap in his chest, but he remained calm and smiled, saying, “ She‘s
Zack‘s mother, after all. Even though she‘s not yet married to Weston, she‘ll one day be part of the
Ford family” Wendy stared at him for a moment before chuckling coldly, “Indeed.”
With that, she pulled her hands away from his.
“You‘re right; it‘s rather windy out here. I‘ll go take a look at Zack. Go on chatting, you two.” “What do I
have to chat with her about? We‘re of different generations, no less.”
Chris said in a strange tone as he held Wendy‘s hand again. This time, she didn‘t push him away. Chris
felt more assured and walked with her back to the mansion, chatting with her happily along the way.
Guinevere stood right where she was, staring at the back view of the seemingly loving couple,
a mocking look in her eyes. The watering can was left forgotten on the ceramic tiles. She stared at
them for a while before pulling her phone out and dialing Weston‘s number.
The phone rang for a while before it hung up automatically.
Guinevere looked crestfallen.
If she eventually couldn‘t get what she wanted, she would make sure they would never have peace in
their lives.
If Weston couldn‘t love her, then she wanted him to hate her.
Be it love or hate, she wanted to leave an indelible mark in his life. She would never be willing to just
be a passer–by that was easily forgotten. Like that short–lived Stella Sealey, so what if she had his
child? She didn‘t even manage to preserve her own life in the end.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmIn the hall.
Weston‘s phone kept ringing for so long that Stella had to remind him, “Someone‘s looking for you.”
“Don‘t bother,” He didn‘t seem to care who the caller was. “If it‘s something urgent...” Stella was about
to persuade him otherwise when she saw the look of nonchalance on his face. A thought came to mind
and she decided to keep quiet. It may not be someone from the office, but perhaps that woman from
Lowe Garden, Guinevere, or some other kept woman he had outside.
That possibility made Stella‘s heart turn cold in an instant.
She really shouldn‘t be so affected by what Weston did. She could not afford to get herself emotionally
involved with a man like that.
A man who was warm and tender when he felt like treating you well, so much so that it felt like he could
pluck the stars and the moon from the sky and give it to you. Such a man could also turn cold and
heartless in a blink of an eye. He might be interested in her right now, but there was no guarantee that
the past wouldn‘t repeat itself in time to come. When that day rolled around, she might end up in a
worse plight than Belle. As if sensing that Stella was distracted, Weston grabbed her shoulders and
pulled her close. They were watching a classic movie.
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