Chapter 234

Guinevere almost lost control of her emotions. She thought the two of them staying in the same room
would be a good start. She did not expect to make any real progress with Weston right away. However,
this man refused to sleep in the same bed with her…

Guinevere did not move.

Weston simply ignored her. He closed his eyes and went straight to sleep. Guinevere stood by the sofa
for a long time, just looking down at him. An insurmountable sadness filled her heart at this moment.
She asked in a raspy voice, “Weston, can’t we go back to how we were?” This was the second time
she had asked him such a question. Weston did not open his eyes. His voice was as low and cold as
ever. “We’ve always been like this, Gwen. You simply forgot.”

His answer did not change either. Guinevere closed her eyes as tears streamed down her cheek. He
was right. They had always been like this. All this time, she had been the one obsessed and chasing
him. She smiled and suddenly said, “At least you’re still with me, aren’t you? One day, I’ll make you
want me willingly.” Weston did not say anything. Guinevere gave him a deep look. Then, she went to
the bed before she lifted the quilt and lay on the bed.

The man suddenly opened his eyes in the dead of night. There was nothing but silence. He got up and
went to the balcony, seemingly lost in deep thoughts.

It was late. Stella should be asleep at home. Weston thought about how Guinevere suddenly
interrupted when he was on the phone. This was the first time he had the urge to explain to Stella. He
never had the habit of explaining himself to others. Stella was the only exception. She was always the
exception to his rules, leaving him at his wit’s end.

After some consideration, he sent her a text message.





[Weston: I’ll be back tomorrow.)

Stella should understand his meaning. Weston stood on the balcony for a while. He smoked a cigarette
and waited until dawn came

before returning to his room. The next morning, he left home early and went to the company. By the
time Guinevere woke up, the room was already empty. She stared at the sofa, which looked like no one
had slept there. She got up and went to the sofa. Then, her face changed suddenly as she kicked it
hard.

Her face was full of anger. She had noticed the man’s strange behavior last night. She saw him go out
to the balcony and send someone a text, but she knew Weston would never tell her anything.

The news of her anger early in the morning became known to the rest of the villa.

Everyone in Ford Mansion had their attention focused on Guinevere. Someone came to her
immediately and asked, “Ms. Cohen, what happened? Do you need help?

Guinevere closed her eyes and said, “No, thanks.”

She exhaled deeply and tried to calm down. Then, she opened the door and went downstairs.

Wendy was alone in the living room. Chris had left early in the morning and gone to the company.

Seeing that, Guinevere calmed down miraculously and found peace. It was a strange sense of
pleasure.

Guinevere walked to Wendy and greeted her. “Good morning.” “It’s getting late.” Wendy looked at her,
but her attitude to her was far different from the way she treated her in Mr. and Mrs. Cohen’s presence.



Guinevere knew Wendy was just acting in front of her parents. How could she not know? Even so, she
chose to be patient.


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