Chapter 405

She had originally intended for Stella to plead to her for mercy. After all, it was common for seniors to
pick on juniors in the entertainment industry, and she had even tried to do it as subtly as she could in a
bid to preserve her own reputation.

As long as Stella said she couldn’t do it, Guinevere was happy to smile and let things go.

But since Stella insisted on pushing through, she couldn’t blame Guinevere for standing idly by and
watching her struggle.

Guinevere suddenly pulled out her phone to take a photo-a picture of Stella falling flat on her face on set,
which she uploaded on social media.

Before she uploaded it, shé pondered for a moment before deciding to block Weston from seeing her
post.

She did not want Weston to see Ella in any form or manner.

That incident with Belle was like a thorn that pierced her heart.

Why did the women that Weston had affairs with have to resemble Stella Sealey so much?

Worse, out of all these kept women, Ella resembled Stella the most. It was almost as if they were the
same person.

The previous time she met Ella at Yvonne’s place, she could clearly sense some anomalies in Weston’s
behavior.

He merely kept his feelings hidden in front of everyone.



She would never allow a woman who could affect Weston so much to appear before him.

At the Ford Mansion.

Chris had time today to spend with Wendy, and he stayed at home to take care of Zack

Perhaps because he had been overly close to Guinevere, he felt rather guilty and would always come
back to accompany Wendy whenever he found time.

Their relationship appeared as good as it was before.

Chris also became more patient with Wendy.

If it weren’t for the occasional avoidance and distraction that Wendy noticed in his eyes, she would have
thought that they really went back in time to when they were young.

She sat down on the couch with Zack in her arms, poking his nose gently as she said, “Look at his eyes.
They look so much like yours…”

Chris carried Zack stiffly in his arms, “Our son looks like me, after all. Naturally, our grandson looks like
me, too.”

Wendy smiled wordlessly.

“Don’t you have work these few days? You’ve been returning home so early.”

“What, are you not happy with that?” Chris deliberately said.

Wendy cupped her cheeks in her hands and remained silent.

Chris felt slightly uncomfortable at being stared at like that by her. “Why are you looking at me that way?”
“Nothing, I just suddenly feel like we’ve both grown old.” Chris remarked casually, “That goes without



saying. Look, Weston even has his own child, and we’re grandparents now. How could we not be old?”
“Is that so? Then why do I still feel that there are still so many young women flocking around you, as
many as there were in the past?”. Wendy sighed. When she was in her prime, many men vied for her
attention, even when Chris was around. She was the most beautiful in the entertainment industry, and
she had as many pursuers as there were fishes in the water.

Perhaps because of the competition, Chris had treated her superbly, doting on her and caring for her like
she was his precious treasure. However, with the passage of time, the number of people pursuing
Wendy dwindled. Regardless of how beautiful she used to be, her age made her no match for those
young, up and-coming beauts in the circle.

Conversely, age was kinder towards men-women continued throwing themselves at Chris, whereas she
had lost her market value.

She and Chris were no longer as loving as they used to be, despite trying to keep up appearances. She
knew very clearly that Chris’ treatment was out of habit and routine and not truly from his heart.

Chris heard her comment and stiffened. “What nonsense. You’re the only woman in my heart


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