Chapter 92 A long time had passed, but he didn’t respond.
Weston acted as though he hadn’t heard what she had said. He leisurely walked to the counter and grabbed a delicate glass. He poured himself a glass of water and asked her, “Do you want some?”
He acted so naturally as though they were close, like a couple who had been married for a long time.
Stella’s intention was clear. She repeated herself, “Are we not going to start? Aren’t you afraid? What if Guinevere suddenly returns?”
Based on what she knew, Weston was already married to Guinevere. They were definitely living together. They had a newborn child at home. Stella certainly did not think that Weston would be bold enough to take her to him home with Guinevere.
This was probably his other property.
At a glance, the unit’s decor was minimalistic. It was mostly black and white, exuding a cool and monotone vibe. The unit was mostly filled with a man’s items. There was no trace of a woman’s presence.
“It’s late. If you don’t go back, won’t Guinevere look for you?” She remembered the phone call from Guinevere in the room earlier and smiled sarcastically.
She had always thought that Weston loved Guinevere. But when she thought more about it, it seemed like Weston’s love was limited.
Otherwise, he would not have gone to a place like that without Guinevere’s knowledge. He would not have to bring Stella home either.
Weston finished the cold water in a gulp. He lowered his eyes and looked at the cold reflection
from the counter: “Are you so worried that she’ll come over?”
Stella turned sideways and reminded him with an ironic tone, “Mr. Ford, don’t you know? With this situation, it’s only reasonable for Guinevere to push all the blame onto me. She’d parade my sins on the street. You forced me to come here, but I’ll be the culprit to her! You’re the one sinning, but she’ll take it out on me twice as hard!”
Weston frowned and said in a low voice, “I won’t let it happen.”
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