Chapter 927
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.
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