Chapter 41
The air was tense once again.
Stella paused for a moment before immediately standing up. With her mouth covered, she rushed out.
The moment Stella stood up to leave, Weston’s vision flickered for a moment, but he recovered very quickly.
His eyes turned dark as he exuded an even colder and darker aura than before. It was difficult to tell what was going through his mind at that point.
The smile faded from Guinevere’s face. Earlier, she felt assured by Weston’s protective stance over her, but now, she had completely lost her appetite
She pulled her napkin off and stood up. “I’m full. I’m heading to the washroom.”
As she stood up, the chair behind her was pushed back, and its legs screeched uncomfortable against the floorboards.
Weston’s face turned even darker as a cold glint flashed past the depths of his eyes. This time around, Yvonne wasn’t as clueless as before. The fork she had in hand paused right at her mouth, the food hanging in mid-air, “Why do things feel so strange between these
people?”
Lucas remained calm and composed throughout the ordeal, looking up only to glance briefly at Stella when she rushed out.
He held Yvonne’s wrist and successfully sent the food hanging on her fork into her mouth.“ Focus while eating.” Dr. Quirk had always been cold and unfeeling and uncaring about everything. On the other hand, Yvonne was a nosy parker by nature and abhorred injustice and evil. This sometimes gave Lucas a headache, although he would simply let her do as she pleased most times, He would let her be if she wanted to watch the fun. Dr. Quirk was only concerned as to whether she ate well.
In the washroom.
Stella felt much better after vomiting. She was getting ready to head back when she recalled how she had behaved earlier. Her steps slowed down.
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