She put her hands down and followed Weston to toast another table of family members.
Gazing at their retreating figures, Wendy handed Zack, who had fallen asleep, to the housekeeper, and
said to Chris, “You‘re no longer needed around here. You can do whatever you wish now. Why are you
still sticking around?”
Chris was, in fact, intending to head back to Guinevere.
But her words made him too embarrassed to do that.“ What else would I wish to do? It‘s just that Gwen
isn‘t very mentally stable right now, and I really should check on her, lest she makes a scene again…”
Even he could feel that his voice sounded guilty.
If his conscience were truly clear, he wouldn‘t have arranged for Guinevere to be settled in a discreet
room waiting for him.
Chris looked at Wendy, and his tone softened. “Wendy, I know we‘ve been at odds with each other
during this period, fighting over the most trivial things. But you‘re always in my heart. If you‘re upset with
me over something, just tell me directly. I will change, I surely will
A major reason why he was able to win Wendy over and marry her, despite the stiff competition from
many other wealthy heirs, was because of his honeyed tongue.
Wendy‘s gaze trembled as mixed feelings arose in her heart.
It had been so long since he spoke so tenderly to her. She said self–derisively, “You didn‘t do anything
wrong.”
Except for lying to me, she thought.
Furthermore, he wasn‘t even skilled enough since she had managed to see through him.
Her response made Chris even more irritated.
She should have been direct with him if she were really upset. He was sure that despite her response,
she would turn around later on and pick on him again.
Frustration brewed in his heart, and an urge to smoke a cigarette kicked in. But the thought of the
occasion right now made him quell the urge. He stood up. “I‘ll head out for some air.”
Wendy took a deep breath and retracted her gaze. “Up to you.”
She shut her eyes as if she couldn’t be bothered by him.
Chris remained silent as he looked down at her for a long time.
Then, he turned to leave.
In front of the wheelchair, Henry looked at the newlyweds with a faint smile as he raised his glass.”
Congratulations.”
He meant it from the bottom of his heart.
Being a good friend of Weston‘s, he was naturally happy that Weston finally managed to marry the
woman of his dreams.
But…
He glanced at the handcuffs binding them together, and his smile deepened. “You barely managed to
marry her. Indeed, you do need to bind her tightly to yourself.”
Weston shot him a warning look but didn‘t say anything further.
Stella‘s brows furrowed, feeling rather uncomfortable.
As they made their way through the tables, everyone who stood up and noticed the handcuffs between
them would be stunned for a moment or two.
Stella knew that it was a natural reaction for anyone who saw such a strange sight at a wedding.
Henry was indeed worthy of being Weston‘s good friend.
Not only did he not–find it strange, but he was even approving of it. Birds of a feather did indeed flock
together.
He was the only one to whom Stella did not raise a toast. She had simply stood there without a word.
Weston glanced at her. “What‘s the matter? Are you unhappy?”
Stella looked down and didn‘t respond to him. He arched his brow. “It‘s fine. If you don’t want to drink, I‘ll
drink on your behalf.” With that, he grabbed the glass of wine in her hand and tipped its contents into his
mouth.
The next moment, he put down the glass, pinched Stella‘s chin, and kissed her.
He pried her jaw and sent the liquor flowing into her mouth, burning her throat.
He didn’t even care whether she could hold her liquor and simply focused on making her drink the wine.
Stella furrowed her brows, almost choking on the wine. Weston released her and wiped the remnants of
the wine from his lips as he looked at her. “Did it taste good?”
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