Chapter 28

The atmosphere at the dining table mellowed down.

Xavier looked back and forth between the two with mild interest. He let out a soft chuckle laced with
sarcasm but didn’t let anyone catch him in the act.

Weston didn’t answer. He merely reached forward to ladle Guinevere a bowl of soup.

However, his hands paused in midair for a moment as an untimely scene flashed through his mind.

He remembered Stella’s back profile as she busied herself in the kitchen.

This table was filled with dishes prepared by a renowned chef so it was of significant standard, but
Weston suddenly remembered Stella’s dishes instead…

She had never made anything too fancy, and they were mostly average home cooked meals. However,
each dish tasted great and he wondered where she had learned to cook like that.

Weston had to socialize a lot so he rarely ate at home.

· At first, none of the dishes Stella made were to his liking. He lost interest after glancing at them and
only took a few bites to please her.

When they tasted good, he would eat a few more bites.

But before he knew it, more and more of his favorites appeared in Stella’s cooking until finally, every
dish on the table was to his liking. The times he went home increased and he stayed longer too.

Aside from cooking, Stella’s performance in other aspects had begun to suit his taste too.



Weston’s gaze dimmed. He put away his thoughts and ladled Guinevere a bowl of soup indifferently.
“Drink up.” His actions showed care and consideration, but there was no affection on his face, not even
a bit of warmth.

Guinevere accepted the bowl with a smile. Her expression was one of happiness but she felt bitter on
the inside.

She suddenly remembered how flustered Weston looked on the rooftop that day, all for the sake of
another woman. The uneasiness inside her grew stronger and stronger… ‘Stop thinking about it.’ She
tried to comfort herself. ‘Stella’s already dead, along with the child in her stomach. The kidnapper is
heavily injured too, and he won’t last long in the hospital.’

Once the kidnapper died, no one else in the world would know of the things she had done. She didn’t
regret killing Stella at all! If Stella didn’t die, judging by Weston’s current state, he might just be
influenced by her someday… There was also the fact that Stella was pregnant with Weston’s child. So
what if Stella said she wouldn’t disturb them? Guinevere wouldn’t allow any threats to exist in her
relationship with Weston. But Stella was dead now.

No matter how much she had influenced Weston, with time, these impressions would gradually fade
away no matter how deep they were once engraved.

How could the dead possibly win against the living?

***

After dinner, the rest of the Ford family members noticed something amiss so they found excuses to
leave.



Weston remained impassive and stayed in his seat. Sure enough, Chris swept him a glance and said,
“Come here, I have something to say to you.” Weston finally looked up to meet Chris’s gaze. Shortly
after, Guinevere felt anxious as she watched Weston leave, so she stood up. Wendy seized her hand
and shook her head. “They might not be talking about you and Weston, so don’t cause trouble.”

· Now that everyone else was gone, Wendy’s attitude toward her took a sharp turn. Guinevere pursed
her lips and couldn’t resist asking softly, “Aunt Wendy, do you perhaps have a misunderstanding toward
me?”


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