Chapter 983

Guinevere hurriedly covered the boy‘s mouth and demanded he stop crying.

“Stop crying!

“Why are you so naughty?” Guinevere frowned.

Zack wailed and bawled and kicked and stomped, giving Guinevere no choice but to take him to the
room upstairs. She didn‘t want to disturb the other guests, nor did she want them to catch her in an
embarrassing situation.

Just as she reached the top of the stairs, she saw Chris Ford approaching.

“Gwen!”

Chris had always been kind and gentle towards Guinevere, but now that he saw her holding hands with
Zack, his heart grew even more affectionate for her.

“Zack!” Chris walked up to the little boy and teased,” Who‘s with you right now, Zack?”

Zack was pouting with a long face and ignored everybody. He seemed to be in a rotten mood.

“What‘s wrong?” Chris asked. “Who made you unhappy, Zack?”

“He‘s probably met too many people today,” replied

Guinevere, “and he‘s likely overwhelmed by it all.”

Hearing this, Chris glanced at Guinevere and sighed before asking her, “Weston brought Stella with
him today. How are you feeling?”



“I‘m fine...” Guinevere blinked repeatedly. Her eyes suddenly stung as if verging on tears.

Her tearful and miserable face distressed Chris to no end.

“You don‘t have to act tough in front of me,” he quickly comforted.

“I thought I was ready to give it up and let go,” Guinevere whined, almost sobbing now after hearing
what Chris said, “but I‘m not. I didn‘t expect it to hurt this much...”

“I know...” Chris was a little breathless when he saw her eyes reddening. “I completely understand…”

He reached out a hand in front of Zack, but a thought seemed to cross his mind, and he withdrew his
hand. “Do you... love Weston that much?”

Guinevere chuckled bitterly. “Of course I do! Which woman wouldn‘t love a man from the Ford family?”

Her words sounded like they carried a hidden implication. Chris’s expression changed, and a forbidden
emotion stirred in his heart. He reached out his hand again, fighting a strange, powerful urge to pull
Guinevere into his arms.

Guinevere was already resting her head lightly on his shoulder.

“I‘m so tired...” she complained. “It hurts so much to see him with Stella Sealey, yet, I‘m forced to put on
a smile and congratulate them...”

“Am I not good enough for him?” she choked between tears.

“Of course not!” Chris quickly denied. “It‘s Weston who‘s too stupid to appreciate you! A wonderful
woman like you could get a man who treats you right with a snap!”

“But I don‘t want anyone else! I just want him!”



Guinevere stared at the man in front of her, her eyes looking a little dazed. She reached out a hand and
said, “ Sometimes, I feel you both look so alike... When I‘m looking at you, it‘s almost as if I‘m looking at
him...” Chris‘s countenance changed violently again. He felt the air getting knocked out of his lungs, as
though he‘d just been hit by a truck. Just as his whole being was in complete turmoil, he heard a cold
voice coming from behind him

“What are you two doing here?”

Chris jumped in shock. His body shook as he turned around to see Wendy appearing behind him.

“What are you doing here...?” he asked.

Wendy looked him up and down and sniggered, “What‘s wrong? Can‘t I be here? Did I interrupt you
both?”

“Nonsense!” retorted Chris bluntly.

Guinevere straightened up her posture and moved away from Chris. She looked at Wendy awkwardly
and said, ” Aunt Wendy...

Wendy said nothing. The atmosphere turned strained. Zack was the only one gleefully stretching out
his chubby arms toward Wendy, shouting, “Granny!” The sight of the boy softened Wendy‘s
expressions considerably , but when her gaze shifted towards Chris and Guinevere again, all those
tense feelings returned. Seeing how sullen Wendy‘s face had become, Guinevere hurriedly added,
“Since you‘re here, I better hand Zack over to you...”


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