Stella said nothing, but simply looked Weston straight in the eye. After a while, she muttered, “You
probably know everything already, then…” “You wouldn’t have said a word if I didn’t, would you?”
Weston asked. “So what if I told you? Are you going to straighten out Guinevere? She’s your wife and
the mother of your child, while I’m just a toy to you—”.
Even before she could finish, however, Weston had seized her by the chin and kissed her.
Before he knew it, he had grown to resent hearing such words from Stella-he refused to hear any
words that were demeaning to her, be it from herself or anyone else.
And yet, he would never change Stella’s mindset even if he could stop everyone else from talking. To
her, the world was black and white, and if she could not clear the obstacles in her own head, she would
simply loiter on the other end. It was also why as long as she had no legitimate reason to be at his side,
she would never be happy, and would always belittle herself. Knowing that, Weston hugged Stella so
fiercely he was almost crushing her in his arms. At the same time, he kissed her lips repeatedly, even
as her bones started to ache from his embrace.
“Don’t…” Stella mumbled, unable to stop herself from trying to push him away, only for Weston to
tighten his arms around her.
His kisses seemed to convey all his tenderness and fury, even as he savored her flavor-taking it all in,
be it her sweetness or bitterness.
There was no telling how long had passed as everything outside the window seemed to run past them.
Though the trees were caked with thin layers of snowflakes after winter arrived, the interior of the car
was just heating up.
Soon, Stella was left gasping for air, trying to catch her breath even as she leaned on him.
Weston’s breathing was ragged as well, and he rested his forehead against hers even as he held her
back, while talking tiny pecks on the tip of her nose and her cheeks.
“She’s not my wife,” he said hoarsely beside her ear. “I will never marry her.”
This was not the first time he had told Stella this, just as he knew that she would never believe him.
Even so, he intertwined his fingers with hers and added, “I know what you want, but even if I can’t give
you that, you can have anything you want.”
Stella’s gaze lost its glow right then, and she stayed silent for a long time, until Weston’s gaze became
dull as well.
He was painfully aware that Stella wanted nothing else from him other than his absence.
And that was the only thing he would never give her.
***
Guinevere was almost on the verge of a breakdown when she returned to Ford Mansion.
“He was just fine when I left in the morning— how did Zack catch a fever?”
The maids quickly carried Zack to Guinevere the moment they saw her return. “We don’t know what
happened either… Zack suddenly started to throw a tantrum and refused to drink his milk. We never
managed to calm him down…”
“We then noticed that his forehead was a little hot, and we realized that he had a serious fever after we
used a thermometer!”
Guinevere had rushed home because Zack had suddenly fallen sick. With Wendy and Chris away,
while Weston was in Fern City, there was no way Guinevere could leave him alone at home.
No matter how much she despised the child and had troubled feelings for him, the boy was still her
son-and the only child she could bear in this life. As such, there was no way Guinevere did not love him
at all. In fact, everyone else seemed to forget that Guinevere was suffering from terrible mood swings
as well, and promptly passed Zack to her.
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