Chapter 925

Chris furrowed his brows. “Given her status, why would she need you guys to keep an eye on her? She
is Ms. Cohen, for goodness‘ sake. Back off, all of you!”

“But Mr. Ford gave us clear instructions to...”

Chris rubbed the space between his brows. “I know what you are all worried about... that she would
cause a scene, right? I‘m here now. Nothing‘s going to happen, okay?”

Ben thought that what Chris said made sense. Although Chris had always been biased toward
Guinevere, would he allow her to do something so rash at this critical point that might put both families‘
reputations at stake?

He wouldn‘t be so foolish.

Therefore, Ben nodded and left with his subordinates.

Upon seeing them leave the room, Chris walked to Guinevere and helped her up from the floor. “Do you
love Weston that much? You clearly know that he only loves Ella...”

He was still used to calling her Ella.

Guinevere finally responded at the mention of Ella‘s name as bitter hatred flashed in her eyes. “What
right does she have? She snatched Weston from my hands from

the beginning and refused to leave … in what way is she better than me? Why must she snatch Weston
from me? Why?!”

She was clearly still emotionally volatile. Chris furrowed his brows, wary that her mental condition might
be triggered once again. “Let me bring you home first.”



“I‘m not going home!” Guinevere flung his hands away. “Why should I?” “They‘re officially married!” Chris
could no longer hold himself back as he yelled.

“Things are impossible between you and Weston!” He reminded her.

“How so?”

Guinevere questioned him back. “We share a child. How could things be impossible?”

Chris closed his mouth, unsure of what to say next.

That child...

“Take it that you are being considerate of your child. Split up amicably with him. You said it yourself that
no matter what, you and Weston are Zack‘s parents. Zack wouldn‘t want to see his parents at odds with
each other when he grows up.”

“I don‘t want to fight like this either...”

Guinevere wiped away the tears from her face. “But Stella insists on snatching what is mine. What else
can I do?”

“There must be another way...” she croaked, choking back on tears.

But what else could she do? Weston had put forth such a clear stance that everyone took Guinevere for
a joke.

The only leverage she had right now was Zack.

That‘s right...

Zack...



She still had Zack!

The newly wedded couple had to change into another outfit for the toasting ceremony. Stella thought that
her hands could finally be released from the tie.

When she was preparing to get changed, Weston came in.

Stella instinctively took a step back as Weston lunged forward and forced her into a corner. “What are
you scared of?”

Stella remained silent.

Weston lowered his head to look at her bound hands. “If I don‘t help you with the tie, how are you going
to get changed?”

Stella lifted her hands upon his explanation in a silent request for him to untie her hands.

The corners of Weston‘s lips lifted, and a low chuckle could be heard. “You have pretty good self–
awareness.”

Thereafter, he helped her release the knot on the tie.

Bright red marks circled Stella‘s wrists. Weston‘s eyes darkened, but he said nothing , allowing her some
time to get changed. He then left to take a call.

When he returned after his call, he saw that Stella had freshly changed into a red gown.

It was a bright shade of crimson that contrasted with her fair skin so much it made her look even paler,
like a fragile rose. Weston furrowed his brows and strode toward her.“ Change into another gown.”



In this shade of red, Stella was so shockingly stunning . “I remember there‘s a pale red gown around.
Wear that instead.”


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