Guinevere had always waited for Weston to turn back and reco
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, thin
cht 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 Guinevere at one point, but
she only had eyes for Weston and was always chasing after him. Afterward, Henry ended up with
someone else…” She paused and said, perplexed, “I’d say Guinevere already gave birth to Weston’s
child. Why doesn’t he just marry her?” A glint flashed past Stella’s eyes. “I have no idea. Perhaps he
will, soon.”.
She had no idea why both of them were still not married yet.
Since Weston loved Guinevere so much, why doesn’t he hurry up and secure her hand in marriage?
There was nothing stopping them, was there? “Perhaps,” Yvonne threw out a casual remark. “Oh yes, I
meant it when I said previously that I wanted to introduce a man to you. I know an excellent young man
who is still single. Do you want to try things out with him?”
Stella didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at Yvonne’s sudden change of topic. “I’m not exactly in the
right frame of mind to think about relationships…” “You’re single right now, aren’t you?” Yvonne pulled
her arm and tried to persuade her, “It’s fine. You don’t need to feel obliged to enter a relationship with
him immediately. It’s good to get to know more people. You’re consumed by work all day long. It makes
me feel suffocated just looking at you.”
Stella shook her head adamantly, “I don’t want to have anything to do with men right now. I just want to
focus on earning money.”
Yvonne didn’t take her words to heart and instead said, “Why are you saying such things at such a
young age? Work is, of course, important, but it shouldn’t stop you from getting to know more men and
dating them. Women need to learn to enjoy life…”
She was chattering on obliviously until Lucas called out for her from the study. She responded to Lucas
before saying to Stella, “I’ll head over to see what’s going on. Feel free to look around. I’ll have
someone send you back later.”
Stella nodded and looked at Yvonne as she returned to the study before walking towards the courtyard.
She soaked in the fresh night air and felt her mind clearing up.
She exhaled lightly and had just walked a few steps when she suddenly felt a strong tug on her arm.
Before she could react, she felt herself being pulled to a corner by a strong force.
She looked up and gazed into a pair of deep, dark eyes. The air around her, and even her nose, were
filled with his imposing, overwhelming scent Stella instinctively pushed him away, her entire posture
resistant against him, “Mr. Ford, what do you want?”
The look of reluctance in her eyes made Weston narrow his eyes. He pinched her chin between his
fingers and lifted her face towards him. “Are you here on purpose to see me?”
Stella thought he must be joking. Sneering, she replied, “I wouldn’t dare. Mr. Ford, you spared no effort
in preventing me from appearing before you. I naturally will try my darndest to avoid you if I can.”
His grip around her arm tightened, and the look in his eyes deepened.
Weston did not see anything else aside from aloofness and cynicism in her eyes, and she clearly had
her defenses up.
His gaze was too aggressive. He was merely looking at her in silence, yet the subtle pressure he was
exerting on her made her catch her breath.
Stella was exceedingly uncomfortable, being stared at by him in that way.
She furrowed her brows and turned to her side, “Mr. Ford, please say if there is something on your
mind. It is inappropriate for us to be alone like this. What’s more, Mr. Ford, you have a wife and a…”
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