Guinevere had always waited for Weston to turn back and reconcile with her. She did not expect to see him getting together with another woman. All the more, she did not expect him to get married to another woman while she was with child. Until now, Guinevere lived in regret over the presumptuous and conceited decision she made back then. Had she told Weston earlier that she was pregnant, things might have turned out differently! … In the study, Lucas was talking business with Weston, and Yvonne, who had no interest in hospitals and patients, pulled Stella away the moment the men began their discussion. “They are discussing Henry's condition again. I don’t understand what they’re saying. It’s so boring.” Stella followed behind her, and a familiar name caught her attention. “Henry…Henry Moore?” “You don’t know him. He’s a good friend of Weston,” Yvonne explained. “He’s on good terms with Guinevere as well. The three of them grew up together, and both men actually liked
She paused for a moment and smiled as if a thought flashed past her mind. “A child.” She looked straight into Weston’s eyes and said the two words emphatically. Instinctively, Weston released her hand as those two words left her mouth. Stella wanted to see something from his gaze, but it was a pity that she couldn’t see anything. At that moment, she couldn’t help but laugh at herself. Was she expecting a man like him to feel sorrow and guilt over that child? He wouldn’t. He only cared for the child he had with Guinevere, whereas she and her child were but just lowly ants in his eyes, deserving only to be stepped on by him and thrown aside like a rag doll. “Mr. Ford, if there’s nothing else, I’ll be off.” Stella pushed him aside, but at the next second, he grabbed her wrist again. It was then that she lost all patience with him. “What exactly do you want?” She turned her face around and looked at him with frustration, “Don’t tell me you just want to catch up and remi
Yvonne spent some alone time with Lucas in the study before finally heading out. Just as they exited the study, Yvonne saw Stella walking from the courtyard toward her. “Ella!” As Yvonne called out to Stella, she noticed how pale she was, as if she had somehow lost her soul. Yvonne asked with concern, “What’s the matter? You look terrible…” Yvonne grabbed her hand anxiously and asked, “Your hands feel so clammy…do you feel unwell? Should I have my husband take a look at you?” Stella shook her head and smiled, “I’ll probably head home earlier. I had wanted to keep you company longer tonight, but I’m afraid I’ll have to back out on my word. I’m sorry.” “It’s fine. We can always hang out next time,” Yvonne said reassuringly with a squeeze of her hands. “Shall I have my driver send you home?” “Sure, thank you.” The last thing Stella wanted was to see Weston and Guinevere again, yet she had to bump into them, against her will, in the parking lot. The driver was already waiti
In the car, Guinevere thought that she had finally gotten used to the quiet atmosphere between them, but it suddenly occurred to her, right when the air around her became suffocating—she and Weston had gotten to the point of having nothing to talk about. Previously, she could sweep things under the rug, turning a blind eye toward the truth of the matter, but Ella’s appearance was the last straw that broke the camel’s back. She stared at the hard, unflinching look on the face of the man seated next to her. It was as if nothing could move his stony heart. He had always been like this, sitting silently by himself. No one else could figure out what was on his mind. Back then, she had fallen so hard for that mysterious, deep look in his eyes. Yet now, she hated the cold divide he had erected between them. Finally, when she could bear it no longer, she decided to be the first to break the silence. “Don’t you have anything to tell me?” It had always been like that. Between the two
When the two of them entered the baby's room, the nanny was changing Zack’s diaper. Weston stopped right outside the door and did not enter the room. Guinevere did not notice him acting strangely and walked right into the baby's room to take a look at Zack. Although the baby was still young, some of his features did bear some resemblance to the men of the Ford family. After changing the baby’s diaper, the nanny carried Zack from the cradle and approached Guinevere. “Ms. Cohen, do you want to carry him?” At the nanny’s address, a look of displeasure flashed past Guinevere’s eyes. However, she said nothing since Weston was still around. Instead, she said, “Let me.” With that, she reached out to take the baby over from the nanny’s hands. However, the moment she carried Zack who was still asleep in the nanny’s arms, his eyes flew open, and he stared at her wide-eyed for a few seconds before exploding into a deafening wail. He raised his tiny fists and clumsily flung his han
Wendy’s brows furrowed. “Since you know he’s not close with you, don’t bother him while he’s sleeping! It’s hard to coax a baby to sleep.” The rebuke in Wendy’s tone deepened the displeasure in Guinevere’s heart, but she kept it to herself. “Forget it. Go and rest, both of you. I’ll go in and look at Zack.” The two of them were just about to walk off when Wendy suddenly asked them, “Are the two of you still sleeping in separate rooms?” She looked between them before her gaze finally landed on Weston, “It’s been almost a year, and Gwen’s almost fully recovered…” The meaning in her words was clear. Weston cut her off and remarked casually, “There’s no hurry.” Guinevere stood at a side and guessed that Weston would give such a nonchalant answer. Yet, it did not stop her from feeling disappointed at hearing the response directly from his mouth. Weston had initially slept separately with her because they were not yet married. What’s more, she was pregnant at that time, and sha
She had been putting up a strong front during this entire period, pretending that nothing was wrong between the two. But she clearly knew that there existed a huge gap between Weston and herself in her heart. Ella’s appearance today made alarm bells ring out loud and threatened her like never before. Even though Ella did not do anything except make an appearance, it sent Guinevere’s life and her relationship with Weston into complete upheaval. She hugged him tighter. “Do you still blame me?” Weston stayed still and let her continue hugging him. He did not respond but did not return the hug either. “Why would I blame you? You did nothing wrong.” Guinevere slowly tightened her hold around his waist as her heart turned cold. She refused to let go as she gritted her teeth and said, “About Stella Sealey… you still blame me for it, don’t you?” For a brief moment, Weston stiffened up, but he quickly spun around and looked down at the woman before him, “You’re a victim yourself i
Compared to Guinevere, a woman like Stella would be considered pleasant-looking at most. Without the habit of wearing make-up, Stella often wore her face bare and plain. Naturally, she did not stand out much in terms of looks. Guinevere, on the other hand, was born with a silver spoon in her mouth. Blessed with good genes and pampered since childhood, she became famous at a tender age and spared no effort in maintaining her looks. Based on this alone, Stella ultimately bore no threat to Guinevere. However… Guinevere shut her eyes, her face contorted with pain, deep struggle, and confusion. “Why did Weston choose to marry her back then? She wasn’t outstanding in any area, was she?” In fact, she might have felt better if Stella were an outstanding beauty that exceeded her. That way, she would be able to understand Weston’s choice. Just as it was choosing a vase or selecting a set of jewelry, it only made sense to go for the most expensive and eye-catching one. Affections