Chapter 116

Guinevere took a step back subconsciously, made uncomfortable by the look in his eyes.

She looked away to avoid his eyes. “Father and Mother suddenly told me that they would come here
today when they pass by—”

She explained with her tiny voice, but was interrupted by Weston before she could finish what she was
about to say. “It’s late. I’ll send you home.” She looked up at him in disbelief. “Are you still planning to
chase me out at this hour?” The man furrowed his eyebrows. In the light of the living room, his features
became more and more distinct, but they grew colder at the same time. He stared at her without saying
a word. She suddenly felt a pang of sadness in her heart. She closed the door, then hugged his waist
and buried her face in his chest. “I have been very anxious all this time. I feel that you are getting
further and further away from me. Are you really serious about it when you promised my parents that
you would marry me just now?”

Weston’s arms remained at his side. He did not respond to her hug.

It was a few moments later that she heard him say, “First, we have to get a medical checkup.”

Her eyes flickered as she looked up at him. “Why must we get a checkup?”

“It’s the procedure.”

“Really?” She felt something was not right, but she didn’t dwell on that matter. “Can I stay here
tonight?” As she was saying that, she leaned her head back on his chest. Listening to the man’s
powerful heartbeat, she boldly probed her hands, which were around his waist, downward. “Zachary is

almost a year old. Let’s…” Her signal was so apparent, but before her hand could touch the vital part,
the man grabbed her wrist. He ripped her out of his arms with only a bit of his force, and looked down



at her with an obscure and inexplicable expression. “It’s late. I’ll send you back.” He insisted.



She suddenly clenched her fists. “No! I don’t want to go back! Why do you still want to fight with me
when we’ve come to this point? I’ve put aside my dignity and my pride. What else should I do to get
you to let go of the past? Are you still angry with me because of Stella?”

The moment she mentioned Stella’s name, there seemed to be a raging storm in his eyes. It was not
until an unknown period of time had passed that he gradually calmed down. “You are thinking too
much.” With his hoarse voice, he said, “It’s not convenient for you to live here without your necessities.”

She loosened her grip. She had repeatedly made overtures to him, but she was still treated so harshly.
He never refused her squarely, but he would reply to her with ambiguous words. He was apparently
keeping her out of his heart, but he would never let her feel totally hopeless. She closed her eyes.
“Okay. If you insist, then send me back first.” She took a deep breath and looked at him with red eyes.
“I have plenty of time to wait for you.” After that, she turned around and walked directly out the door.
She was Guinevere, the one who never admitted defeat to anyone.

She had offered herself to him, but it was still the same outcome.

She had had enough. Even if she was willing to compromise for the sake of Weston, she was not
willing to beg without caring for her dignity. What else did he want from her?

Did she really have to strip naked in front of him, and only then would he look at her again? She wiped
her tears away as she was turning around and calmed herself down. As long as they registered their
marriage, they would become a legal couple. Besides, they had a son. By that time, she wouldn’t care
about those nebulous things. Whether it was Stella or the woman who appeared in the Lowe Garden
that day, she would not care a bit.



It was already very late when she returned to her apartment.


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