Dr. Quirk was a man who preferred quiet places, and seldom came to entertainment venues like this
one. He’d always reject Yvonne each time she asked him to join her here.
If it weren’t because of Weston, he would’ve never agreed to come here. Having known Weston for so
many years, he seldom saw him in such a mood, silent and pensive, as he sat emotionless.
“Did you fight with Guinevere?”
That was the only possibility he could think of, based on what he knew.
His question earned him a slight furrow of Weston’s brows, as if repulsed by the mention of the
subject.
Lucas usually loathed interfering in the business of others, but this was Weston he was talking about.
Having remembered seeing him with Stella the other day, he asked casually, “What is your relationship
with Ella?”
Weston did not appear to react badly towards the mention of the name. His brows simply furrowed
slightly. Yet, Lucas managed to catch that shift in his expression, and he arrived quickly at a conclusion.
“That day when Yvonne and I saw you and Stella in the middle of the night. It wasn’t a coincidence,
was it?”
Although he phrased it as a question, he knew the answer as clear as day.
Weston remained silent.
A moment later, he heard a chuckle from Lucas, as he asked half-jokingly, “If Guinevere finds out, will
you two still get married?”
Most people were under the impression that they were officially married, but only a minority knew that
they weren’t.
They were both from the wealthiest families of society, and if they really did get married, the wedding
would be no small affair.
Despite not being officially wedded, society had more or less deemed their families as joined in
matrimony. Light reflected off the champagne in the glass. Weston sipped on it as he glanced at the
glass bottle on the table before him. “Why don’t you worry about yourself first? Would your wife mind
you coming to such a place?” Lucas raised a brow. “If it weren’t to help you solve your problems, I
would be home by now, hugging her to sleep.” Weston chuckled and glanced at his watch.
Stella hadn’t texted him yet.
Lucas noticed that he had been watching the time for a while. “Are you waiting for someone?” Aside
from Guinevere, there shouldn’t be anyone else that Weston was waiting for. Yet, he knew that it
couldn’t possibly be Guinevere. Lucas retracted his gaze and said solemnly, “You should know your
boundaries. I trust that you won’t do anything to cross the line.” “What do you mean cross the line?”
“I’m referring to Ella.”
Weston paused for a moment as a mocking gaze flashed past his eyes. “When did you become so
concerned about Guinevere?”
Instead of being angered by Weston’s tone, he poured a glass of champagne for himself and sipped on
it. “I’m not concerned about her, but Yvonne is.” He placed his glass on the table which made a light
clinking sound. He smiled and said, “What else, then? Do you think I’m like Henry?”
Everyone knew Henry used to be Weston’s rival in love.
Guinevere had always been the goddess of the entertainment circle. Throngs of men pursued her, but
she only had eyes for Weston. Weston and Henry grew up together, and no one dared to mess with
either of them.
Everyone assumed that Weston was together with Guinevere, and Henry was the only exception who
dared to try fighting with Weston for Guinevere’s affection. For a period of time, Henry was hot on
Weston’s heels, and many even thought that Guinevere would eventually fall prey to Henry. No one
expected rumors to suddenly surface about Henry and his female bodyguard. Everyone could tell that
Guinevere was besotted with Weston. Henry was in no way inferior to Weston, but Guinevere insisted
on choosing Weston even after so many years.
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