Chapter 797

Stella stood in front of the mirror by the sink, brushing her teeth and washing her face. She couldn‘t
help but notice the dark circles under her eyes. She sighed, stretched, and yawned.

That was when she noticed something strange — there was a ring on her finger! Stella put her
toothbrush down and stared agape at the diamond ring. When did it get there?

She stood there unmoving for a long while, thoughts racing in her mind before she finally came to a
realization that it was probably Weston who put it on her finger last night, even though she had no
recollection of it happening at all.

Weston had been... Savage with her last night. She didn‘t even remember when she fell asleep.

The discovery of the ring gave her mixed feelings. She took it off and left it on the bathroom counter
before going about her day, no longer wanting to think about it. Then she received a text message from
Weston telling her that he‘d already prepared her breakfast and kept it in the fridge. Stella then replied
with a sweet message to him, but even if the message itself was affectionate , the real expression on
her face at the time was stony and stolid.

She tossed her phone aside and ate her breakfast. Then she went back to the bathroom and put the
ring back on her finger before taking a picture of it and sending it to Weston.

“Strange,” wrote the message that accompanied the photo. “I woke up and suddenly found a ring on
my finger!”

Weston‘s phone vibrated in the middle of a meeting. His eyes darted towards it, and after glancing at
the screen, a smile crept across his face.



The person giving him a report was startled . He didn‘t even dare to breathe. Why did Mr. Ford smile all
of a sudden? What did it mean? Was he being sarcastic about it?

Meanwhile, Ben had noticed it too, but he instantly understood what was happening. No one else in the
world could make Weston smile like that. He gestured to the person presenting his report to keep going
and don‘t be distracted.

When the meeting was over, Weston‘s private life usually became the hot topic of discussion,
especially among those in the secretary‘s office.

“Did you notice that the boss seems to be in a really good mood lately?”

“Yeah,” another replied, “perhaps we‘ll be hearing some good news soon!”

“What do you mean? Is he getting married?”

“But wasn‘t he already married to that famous actress?” argued another employee whose office was a
little further from Weston‘s than the rest.

“I think her name is Guinevere Cohen, right?” “I see that none of you have any idea!” sneered another
employee who was one of Weston‘s secretaries. She was standing in front of the restroom mirror, fixing
her lipstick. “Mr. Ford had broken up with Guinevere Cohen a long time ago! He‘s currently with another
woman. He even brought her here before!”

“Are you serious?!”

The revelation had caused a stir among the group. Most of them were still skeptical, though. “But they
have a child together, don‘t they? When exactly did they break up?”

“What‘s so strange about that? Mr. Ford isn‘t even thirty yet! It‘s totally normal for him to break up or get
a divorce!”



“That may be true, but surely it‘s different when they have a child together, right?”

“So what if they have a child together? Normal people get divorced even when they have children
together all the time. It wouldn‘t surprise me one bit if people like Mr. Ford and Guinevere Cohen did it
too!”

“But Guinevere Cohen always seems so in love with our president! I remember her saying in an
interview that their whole family was going on a vacation together. She even kind of implied that they
were very much in love with each other!”

“Well, aren‘t all superstars like that? They‘ve got a public image to maintain after all!”

“Are you really sure about this?” The others remained incredulous.

“Maybe Mr. Ford is thrilled right now because Guinevere Cohen is pregnant again!” “Ugh, believe
whatever you like! I don‘t care!”

The group went on to discuss the matter when someone suddenly emerged from one of the toilet
booths and gave them a cold hard glare.

“Stop wasting your time gossipping and talking nonsense!” she barked. “If you had so much time, why
don‘t you think about how to do better at your job and make fewer mistakes so you can go home
earlier?”


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