Chapter 100
Weston looked at her with a natural expression like there was nothing unusual. Guinevere slowly let go of his hand and calmed down a little. “Where did you go last night? I couldn’t reach you at all.”
“I was busy. I didn’t check my phone, ” Weston answered faintly. He had no intent to explain himself.
Guinevere’s eyes flickered. She followed him into his office.
She watched as the man sat down at the desk calmly. At last, she could not help but ask, “Don’t you have anything to tell me?”
Weston graciously opened his file and looked at it. “What questions do you have in mind?”
Guinevere took a deep breath. “Where were you last night?” “At a social meeting.” “Where was it?”
“Lowe Garden.” He wasn’t hiding anything at all, but his honesty still stunned Guinevere. After a while, she asked sadly, “Do you have anything else to tell me?” Weston put the document down and looked straight at her. “If you have something to say, just say it.”
Guinevere slowly walked up to him and sat across from him. “Were you with another woman last night?”
It was difficult question for Guinevere to ask this-she had her pride and dignity. She never cared for the women around Weston and felt that no one could shake her position. Unfortunately, ever since Stella came long, her confidence had wavered.
The mere presence of an unrelated person could frantically worry her. She even ran to Weston’s company to question him.
She knew Weston hated these the most, but she could not win against her insecurities. She became the kind of woman that men hated the most-controlling and overpossessive.
Weston did not answer her question directly. He curled his lips. “Who told you?”
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