When they turned at a junction, another black luxury car drove past them.
Stella retracted her gaze hurriedly and shrunk back in her seat.
She saw Guinevere and Weston seated inside the car.
Both of them appeared to be talking about something.
Her sudden act of evasion alarmed and puzzled Angelina. She looked out of the window and asked,
“What’s the matter? Why did you suddenly hide?”
At that moment, she thought she saw the handsome man in that black luxury car look in their direction.
Weston and Guinevere weren’t the only ones in the car; Henry was inside with them too.
As their childhood friend, he should have been informed beforehand about their decision to break off
their engagement.
However, Henry was in the hospital receiving treatment during that period and therefore couldn’t be
present when it was announced.
Recovery and rehabilitation had been a miserable and painful journey for him. He knew that little
heartless bodyguard wouldn’t turn back to him on her own accord.
No matter how miserable he made himself look, she seemed unmoved from beginning to end.
He eventually decided to take the initiative to snatch her back to his side.
Before that, he needed to make sure he was completely healed of his leg injury.
This gathering was organized by Guinevere. He knew that her true motivation was to spend time with
Weston, and he was but an excuse.
Henry always gave in to her. What’s more, it had been a long time since the three of them gathered,
and he saw no reason to reject Guinevere’s invitation.
In the car.
Guinevere kept trying to talk to Weston and reminisce about past memories.
He, on the other hand, was scrolling through his phone, looking at photos of his dear bodyguard,
clearly bored out of his wits.
He couldn’t deny that this lady looked unpleasant even in photos.
He’d never seen someone look so unpresentable in selfies taken themselves.
Even so, he found himself immersed in looking at her face.
The next moment, when Stella’s car drove past them, he lifted his head, and his eyes widened.
“Faye!”
He yelled out agitatedly and lurched forward to push the car door open.
Weston furrowed his brows and stopped him just in time. “What are you doing?”
Henry flung his arms away. “I saw Faye!”
His eyes were bloodshot, and he looked crazed as he insisted on pulling the car door open and leaping
out.
Guinevere broke off mid-sentence, shocked by Henry’s sudden agitation. She suddenly recalled who
Faye was.
It was that darling bodyguard of his who ran away.
She used to follow Henry wherever he went, but because Henry had feelings for Guinevere, he didn’t
pay much attention to her, so she eventually ran away.
Guinevere thought Henry had long forgotten about her and didn’t expect him to still have her in his
mind.
The thought left a bitter taste on Guinevere’s tongue. “Henry, did you make a mistake? Faye’s been
gone for so long. She would have done so long ago if she had intended to return. It’s impossible for you
to find her now.”
“No, I didn’t make a mistake! That was Faye. I’m sure about it.”
Henry calmed himself down as he looked at Weston through bloodshot eyes. “Weston, you’re my best
bud. You must trust me.”
Weston looked at him and rubbed in between his brows. He sighed and said, “It’s not convenient to
park the car here. Let’s drive further down and find a place to stop the car before you chase after her.”
Weston knew that Henry had become obsessed with that bodyguard of his. If he didn’t let Henry
confirm whether that was Faye, he would never let this go.
On the other end.
Angelina retracted her gaze, her heart still thumping from lingering fear. She turned to Stella and
asked, “Ella, there was a man in that car just now. He looked so scary…”
She saw the dark and handsome man’s face change the moment he caught a glimpse of her. He
looked as if he could swallow her alive, and it shocked her so much that she instinctively turn her face
away from the window.
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