But, so what if he’d fallen in love with her?
His love was ludicrous, to say the least.
He loved her, yet he forced her to do something she didn’t want. He loved her, yet he ensnared her in a
trap that she would never escape from. He loved her, yet he made her life living hell…
Stella waited till both of them left before coming out of the room.
She thought that Weston didn’t see her, but the next moment, she saw Weston suddenly stop in his
tracks and turn around
Their eyes locked.
Stella was completely stunned, not expecting him to suddenly look over.
Weston remained calm as he fixed his gaze upon her. He retracted his gaze and remained silent as he
continued carrying Guinevere into the ward.
In the ward.
Hayden followed behind him into the ward. “The treatment
has taken effect, just that I am still not sure why it suddenly relapsed. My suggestion is to do a
thorough check-up and find other physiological reasons…”
Before he could complete his sentence, Weston cut him off.” Tranquilizers.”
“What?”
“Give her a tranquilizer shot,” Weston looked straight into his eyes. “She is still emotionally unstable.
Calm her down first.”
Hayden didn’t expect him to raise such a simple yet violent request. “Although tranquilizers can
stabilize her for the moment, it wouldn’t solve the mental issue. My suggestion is to tackle the root
problem…”
Weston looked at him in silence.
His lips were pursed into a thin line. I understand. I’ll get the nurse over to inject a sedative. Mr. Ford,
will you be by her side, or do you need a care worker?
“Find a care worker.” Weston glanced at his watch and sat down next to Guinevere. He pulled out his
phone and texted Stella.
“Wait for me at the parking lot.”
Hayden snuck a few glances at Weston but didn’t say anything further as he busied himself with the
necessary arrangements as per Weston’s instructions.
Guinevere heard Weston asking for a care worker, and her eyes turned downcast. “Aren’t you going to
stay with me?”
Weston said, “I’ll arrange for someone to be with you. Just tell her if you need anything.”
“I don’t want anything except for you to be by my side…”
Weston looked at her silently.
He didn’t even need to say much to reject someone. Just one look was enough to establish the cold,
hard distance.
Guinevere retracted her hand. “If Stella were lying on this bed, would you leave just like that?”
Before he gave her an answer, she laughed self-derisively.” What’s the point of me asking that? She’s
already dead. There’s no point for me to ask something like that…”
She had deliberately said those things.
Since Weston put her in such misery, she also wanted to make things difficult for him.
Her mind was set on the thought of Weston being in love with Stella
If that were the case, she would use Stella to provoke him.
Weston immediately saw through her intentions but didn’t react much. He simply tucked her hands into
the covers and asked the nurse to give her the injection.
Guinevere furrowed her brows. A moment later, she shut her
eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
Weston stood up and left the ward.
In the parking lot.
The driver reported to him that Stella was already in the car.
Weston wasn’t in a hurry to head over. Instead, he lit a cigarette.
There weren’t many people in the parking lot. His cigarette lit up in the darkness like a solitary star in
the night sky.
Puffs of smoke engulfed his handsome face.
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