Chapter 326

The moment she rushed out of her room, Guinevere knew she had lost. She was completely defeated.

She held Weston in her arms.

The two of them were alone in the hallway as Guinevere burst into tears, “Why can‘t you say something
and make me feel better? Why...”

Weston remained silent and let her cry. He waited until she was done crying and had calmed down.
Then, he spoke in a low voice.

“Have you calmed down? Can we talk now?”

Guinevere exhaled as a sad smile surfaced on her face.

Weston was always like that. He was always so calm with her. His little indulgence and understanding
for her were always based on logical reasons.

“Do you not want to marry me at all?” Guinevere suddenly asked.

Weston pulled her hand away and turned to look at her. He saw her bloodshot eyes but said nothing

Guinevere continued asking, “I‘ve been with you for years. I‘m always chasing after you. Weston, don‘t
you feel anything for me at all?“. “I didn‘t ask for it,” Weston replied flatly. Guinevere found it ironic.
“Yeah... You never wanted any of these. I‘ve been asking for it...”

Weston frowned.

Guinevere suddenly squatted down in front of him. She hugged her knees and said, “I‘ve been running
after you throughout middle school, high school, and university. You‘ve never responded to me.



“Today, I thought we‘d get married. I thought we‘d always be together. I thought Stella, or whoever else,
would only be a brief hindrance between us. I thought we‘d be together forever and ever...”

She kept going on and on. It was the first time she shared all her insecurities in Weston‘s presence.

“What happened to us? Why did we come to this...”

“You have to ask yourself that question,” Weston said, looking as cold as ever.

He lowered his gaze at the woman in front of him and pulled her up from the floor. “Gwen, your parents
stopped the marriage. What else do you want me to do?”

Guinevere stared at the man in front of her for a moment. He was like a mist and the moon on a distant
mountain.

She stared at him from far away and yearned for him. However, she just could not have him. When she
reached out to him, he was just like a mystery. She would never understand what was going on in his
mind.

“Would you have married me if my parents hadn‘t stopped us today?” she mumbled, asking a question
that she found pathetic.

Weston did not answer. After a brief silence, he asked, “What do you think?”

He easily turned the question back to her.

Guinevere fell into a long silence. At last, she clenched her fist and said, “The project in Fern City is for
a year, right?”

She wiped away her tears and smiled at Weston.



“I‘ll cooperate with the doctor this year. Let‘s have a big wedding when I recover, okay?”

She clutched his hand and would not let go. “When I can finally get along with Zack, we’ll stay together
as a happy family. Okay?”

Guinevere had a rare blood type. She could only bear one child in her life. Zachary was her only child.
This was already set in stone; nothing could change this fact.

She understood this well. No matter how much she hated Zachary‘s existence, she still needed to use
him to maintain the relationship. She had to be with Weston. It was all she had wanted for years.
Meanwhile, in the living room, Chris had left because of the disagreement earlier. He had been looking
forward to this day, but it crumbled.




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