Chapter 232

The man replied in a low voice after a long pause, “Okay.” Weston glanced in Guinevere’s direction and
let out a long sigh. “I’ll have the driver go pick you up tomorrow.” Stella froze for a moment. She did not
think he would agree so easily. When she was about to say something, she heard someone else
talking on Weston’s end. She paused a little and asked, “Are you busy now?” Weston was still in Ford
Mansion. He heard Stella’s question and wanted to answer her. But just as he was about to speak,
Guinevere happened to knock on his door. Guinevere did not wait for his reply and came into the room
uninvited. She walked over to him and said, “Weston, Mom and Dad only gave us a room.” Stella
happened to hear Guinevere when she spoke. Stella gripped the phone tightly as she heard
Guinevere’s voice. The call was disconnected in the next second, leaving only a long beep at the end
of the line. Stella stared at the phone screen silently and froze. No one knew what was in her mind. The
TV program was still playing on the TV. The light of the screen reflected on her face. Stella casually
threw the phone on the table and closed her eyes. She had never felt so exhausted before. Back in
Ford Mansion’s study. Weston stood up and looked at Guinevere, who suddenly appeared in the room.
He said, “I told you before. Knock before entering my study.” He glanced at Guinevere. Guinevere was
back to her usual self. She showed no signs of her manic earlier when she tried to strangle Zachary.
“Just now, when we were downstairs, you promised our parents about the wedding. I thought you had
agreed…” Guinevere said and suddenly reached out to him. She placed her hand on Weston’s arm
and stroked it. As her hand traveled up and down, her intention was clear. Guinevere kept her head
down and stared at the man’s toes. “Weston-” she called his name and leaned closer. Weston cut her
off. “You’ve had a long day. Get some rest.” With that, he avoided her touch and walked past her
towards the door. Guinevere stared at his back-incredulously as many inexplicable emotions surged in
her eyes. She was unhappy and refused to give up. How could she?





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She had come this far to marry him. She must never lose. Stella was dead. She had been dead for
such a long time. Stella could not beat her when she was alive, so how could she beat her when she
was already dead?

A dead person was nothing to be afraid of. Guinevere kept telling herself that she had won. She
believed that one day, Weston would accept her. It was just a matter of time. Mr. and Mrs. Cohen had
left.

Guinevere recomposed herself and habitually tried to check on Zachary in the children’s room. Wendy
guarded the door and saw Guinevere approach. Wendy asked with a complicated look, “What are you
doing here?” Guinevere stopped in her tracks and froze. Then, she finally realized what she had done
earlier. A trace of disappointment crossed her face. “I’m just here to take a look. I’m not going to hurt
him.”

“Did you forget about your actions this afternoon?” Wendy rubbed her temple and said, “It’s not that I
don’t want you to see the baby, but the way you were acting before was just…” Wendy did not finish
her sentence, but she knew Guinevere understood. Guinevere was lost in thought. “I’m sorry. I don’t
know why I acted that way…”


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