It was rare that he showed his emotions.
Even when he was furious, there would only be a mere change in tone, something that gave him an air
of authority without even the need to flare up.
“Chris, do you still remember what you‘ve done? Have I not done enough covering up for you?”
Silence ensued.
Weston could almost hear Chris breathing over the phone. “Weston, I admit that I‘ve let you down. But
think about it. Is there any turning back, now that things have come to this point?” “None whatsoever,”
Weston snarled coldly.
He looked at the closed door.
As his thoughts drifted to the feeling of having Stella sitting next to him, the air around him filled with her
subtle fragrance. How could they possibly turn back? Even if he wanted desperately to salvage the
situation, it would definitely not be easy. “Consider it me begging you. Spend more time with Gwen...just
for this year! After the two of you get married, everything will be fine...” “Are you still hoping that we‘ll get
married?” “Weston, you‘ve already promised me!”
“Do you really think that you can rest easy once I marry her? Someday, the truth will be found out.”
“If you and I both keep our mouths shut, who will find out?” Chris stressed, his voice raised. That incident
was a handle on him throughout his entire life. He must never let anyone find out about it. “Are you
intending to hide it from Mom forever?”
Chris remained silent for a moment before saying, “Do you think she‘ll accept the truth if I told her?”
Weston kept quiet. He hung up and smashed his phone hard against the wall.
He knew that hiding the harsh truth from Wendy for the rest of her life was the wiser decision.
Joan heard a loud noise from inside the room and immediately knocked on the door. “Sir, is everything
okay?”
Weston remained silent. . A moment later, he replied in a low voice, “Everything‘s fine. Go be busy.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Joan thought about it and still felt uneasy.
She walked to Stella‘s room and knocked on the door. “Ms. Steele...”
Stella was so immersed in reading her script that she did not hear someone knocking on her door.
Joan knocked harder. “Ms. Steele?”
Stella finally heard her and walked over to open the door. “What‘s the matter, Joan?”
Joan looked concerned as she recollected what happened earlier to Stella. Stella furrowed her brows.
“He‘s a full–grown adult. Nothing will happen to him.” With that, she made a move to close the door.
On second thought, she remembered that Weston had caught a cold and was running a fever, and
instructed Joan. “Go and get a thermometer and have Weston take his temperature.” “Does Sir have a
fever?”
“I think so.”
Joan immediately retrieved the first–aid kit and knocked on Weston‘s door once again.
Weston, however, rejected her attempt. “It‘s fine. Go and do your work.” Joan found herself stuck in a
difficult position. Although she was paid so handsomely, she did, at times, feel somewhat useless. All she
could do was go over to Stella for help. Stella sighed and placed her script on the table. She took over
the thermometer from Joan and said, “Go back to your work.” Joan could finally let out a sigh of relief.
“Yes, Miss.” It was only after Stella entered Weston‘s room that Joan finally removed her apron, with a
smile spread across her face. Weston hadn‘t spent so much to hire her just to take care of their daily
living. Sometimes, sensing what her employer really desired was a critical skill she had to pick up.
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