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
Stella hooked one arm around Roger’s neck and leaned her head against his shoulder. She sighed and said, “Yvonne’s. I accompanied her on a shopping trip today and had dinner at her place.” Roger reacted little to Stella’s answer, and wasn’t much surprised either. After all, the only person here who was close enough to be Stella’s friend was Yvonne. Back then, when Stella was still searching for a job, she went as far as to ask him if Yvonne would recognize her. Roger was rather worried, but it seemed like Yvonne had accepted the fact that she was not Stella, as time went by. After all, in Ahn City, her relationship with Stella remained strictly on a business-only basis. Although they were on pleasant terms, they were mere acquaintances. She did not even know that Stella had a brother, which was why she believed it so easily. However, the person Stella met today would probably not be so easily fooled… She did not want to worry Roger, so she changed the subject, “What abo
“Don’t be foolish! I still have you. Even if you were to get married, I’ll visit you frequently.” There was a hint of sorrow in her tone. Roger remained silent, but he made a silent vow in his heart. … After a restless, sleepless night, Stella decided it was time to get up. The sky was still dark outside. She arrived at the training center so early that even the security guard wasn’t there yet. She swiped her card and entered the building. She sat down, placed her bag down, and took out a bun from inside for breakfast. Roger would usually have breakfast in school, so she didn’t bother preparing herself an elaborate breakfast. She was fine as long as she didn’t feel hungry. After she finished her breakfast, she changed into her workout gear and started doing some warm-up exercises. It was only when she was dancing that she felt like the old Stella—the Stella who was pampered like a princess by her parents, never lacking in love and always glamorous, at the center of ev
After her class ended, Stella’s body was covered in sweat. Having just changed into a fresh set of clothes, she exited the changing room when she saw some parents gathering outside, talking about something. Stella did not have the habit of poking her nose into other people’s business. She walked alone to the other side to fill up her thermal flask. She walked out along the corridor while sipping on her water and saw the group of parents dispersing slightly. She stopped in her tracks upon recognizing someone familiar. Guinevere? What was she doing here? Guinevere spotted Stella almost immediately, despite being separated by the crowd of parents. Her smile slowly faded, but she remained calm and composed as she looked at Stella and gave her a slight nod. “Ella,” She called out to her, stood up, and walked over. Those parents looked at Guinevere, then back at Stella before whispering in hushed tones, especially those teachers in the training center who were gawking at St
“You said it yourself—it’s just a woman who looks very much like me. There are so many people in the world who look like me. Must I care about every single one?” Guinevere’s brows furrowed, clearly, not used to dealing with such a sharp-tongued Stella. “You’re right.” Stella put down her coffee cup and boldly surveyed Guinevere. Guinevere, the famous celebrity, indeed. She was always so impeccably dressed and eye-catching, never allowing anyone else to steal the attention away from her. Guinevere wasn’t very pleased with the way that Stella was staring at her. The Ella now was indeed very different from the Stella then. She realized that she would still subconsciously compare Ella with Stella. Guinevere clenched her fists. Suddenly, she opened her mouth, “Actually, I specially came over today to chat with you regarding Stella Sealey.” “Ms. Cohen, what makes you think that I’ll be interested to listen about it?” “Listening to gossip is something that everyone likes to