Whitney’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 Whitney’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 Whitney 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 sharing the same room would bring certain inconveniences.
After giving birth, he came up with the excuse that she hadn’t fully recovered to remain in separate
quarters.
As such, they might look like a married couple on the surface, but they were, in fact, still not sleeping
together at night. Weston did not even bother preparing a marital home for them, and both of them
were still staying in the Ford mansion.
Guinevere had tolerated all these simply because guilt ate at her heart.
Even though Weston had never openly blamed her for Stella, she knew in her heart how much she
wished for that kidnapper to die in the hospital.
As long as he was still alive, she would never be able to rest in peace. Although that man was a
vegetable and on the verge of death while lying on the hospital bed, Weston would still check up on
him from time to time. Why would he bother with a kidnapper?
They both knew that Stella’s words caused doubts to arise in Weston’s heart.
Yet, Stella had long passed on. Even if Guinevere wanted to settle the score, she couldn’t very well do
so with a dead woman.
All the more, she could not do so with Weston himself. Therefore, she could only tolerate his treatment
of her and patiently wait for the day that he would wholeheartedly believe in her.
She had been waiting for so many years, and she didn’t mind waiting for a while longer.
“It’s alright, Mrs. Ford. I’m about to call for a press conference soon to announce my return to the
entertainment circle. It’s a critical period for me, and Weston’s simply being considerate by sleeping in
separate rooms with me…” Whitney stared wordlessly at her for a long while.
Guinevere wasn’t sure whether she was right, but she sensed a tinge of pity in Whitney’s eyes. She
took a step back, a glint flashing past her eyes as humiliation tore through her. Pity? Why did she pity
her? She had everything right now; Weston was by her side, and she had her career and family.
Everything she ever wanted was secure in her hands.
Why in the world did Whitney Davis pity her?
Whitney got married to Weston’s father when she was at the peak of her popularity. She gave up her
career and the glory that came with it just to become a housewife. Guinevere found herself superior to
Whitney in every way. What gave Whitney the right to pity her? Along the corridor outside.
Weston pulled his arm out from Guinevere’s grip. “Go to sleep. His voice sounded from above her
head, so calm yet distant, leaving Guinevere with nothing to pick on. When he turned around,
Guinevere suddenly hugged him from behind. “Weston, I really love you…let’s not be angry with each
other any longer, alright?”
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