Chapter 270

Only after hearing this did Weston put down the work in his hands and turn to her. “If you went alone,
your parents would come the next day.” Instantly, her fist tightened. “So, you’re only here with me
because of my parents?”

She got emotional easily, and he had to be careful about what he said around her. Seeing her pale
face, he said lightly, “Don’t you overthink things.”

Guinevere shut her eyes and calmned down.

As long as Weston was willing to show her a little gentleness, she could lie to herself. But… “I heard
that you’ve been going to Lowe Garden lately.” …she still brought it up. Until now, she couldn’t believe
he would go there as he had never been interested in women.

Everyone knew what kind of place Lowe Garden was.

All the wealthy heirs frequented it if they were looking for fun. Lowe Garden and The Dog House were
not the same, but they were both famous entertainment places.

The Doghouse was suitable for all walks of life. The crowd was a mixed bag, ranging from wealthy
bosses worth hundreds of millions to wage earners with a monthly salary of several thousand.

But Lowe Garden was different. Guinevere had seen the woman called Belle.

However, she was most insecure that Belle looked quite a bit like Stella.

Before this, Guinevere would never ask about his schedule, but now, she would.

Hearing this, he looked at her calmly and said, “I went there to socialize for work.”



She knew that he wouldn’t answer honestly, but hearing how he had so casually lied through his teeth.
She felt anger rising in her. “I remember you used to hate socializing.” “That was in the past. People
change,” he said calmly. Instantly feeling disappointed, she asked, “Did you change? Have your
feelings for me changed?”



Her voice was shaky as she waited for his answer. After a moment of silence, she saw him taking off
his glasses and rubbing his forehead as he said, “No.”

Only then did she release a sigh of relief and smile at him. “As long as your feelings didn’t

change.” She shut her eyes and leaned on his shoulder.

Weston looked outside the window, his dark eyes reflecting the lights that kept changing as they
passed the road. His head was lost in the clouds.

After Guinevere finished her treatment, it was already afternoon.

He glanced at his phone before saying, “I still have some things I need to deal with at the company. I’ll
let the driver send you home first.”

She was a lot more stable now. Perhaps it was because the wedding date was already set. They
agreed to get the marriage certificate next week At last, she had hope. Naturally, she wouldn’t force
him too much. “Okay. Come home early.” “I might not come home tonight.”

“Why?”

“Ben will explain to you,” he responded. With that, he signaled the driver to drive away.



Stella still had some words she wanted to say, but before she could say anything, he had vanished
from her sight.

When the car was far away, a sinister look appeared on her face.

She sucked in a deep breath and stared at the driver as she asked, “Is he going to Lowe Garden
again?”


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