Weston paused for a moment. He suddenly looked at her and said, “I thought you were here to ask me
something.”
Guinevere was taken aback, but she quickly put on a smile.
She was sure that Ella had told him about their confrontation
Did Ella think that she would make a scene with him?
She wasn’t that stupid.
She could’ve used that method to deal with Belle, but Ella was obviously a trickier character.
Her face remained calm. “There is nothing in particular. It is just that I don’t have much shooting these
days, so I thought of coming to see you. We haven’t met for a long time, have we?”
Weston then put down the file in his hands and looked at her.
His eyes were questioning her, but she pretended not to see them. Instead, she arranged the
lunchboxes she brought on the table. “I made these myself. Do you want to try some?”
“Since when do you cook?” He raised his brows.
They had known each other for many years, and the arrogant Guinevere never had to cook to impress
anyone.
All the rich kids grew up the same way.
When they had too much, they tended to be selfish and cold.
“That was then. We’re talking about now,” Guinevere laughed. “I think it’s a pleasure to cook for
someone I like.”
When he heard that, he was momentarily lost in thought.
Stella used to enjoy cooking and always prepared various dishes for him. He didn’t recall having any
favorite dishes. Stella had perhaps spoiled him until he became a picky eater with fixed preferences. It
was just that after they got together again, she would only cook when she wanted to beg him for
something. No longer did she cook for him voluntarily. She did it only when she wanted to see Roger or
to inquire about Roger. Guinevere got no response and noticed that Weston did not look right. “What’s
wrong? Do you not like it?”
She was a bit nervous, having made all the dishes yesterday in a hurry with a lot of help from the cook.
She even tried them and ensured they tasted good before bringing them to Weston.
This quickly made her realize that she actually didn’t really know what he liked.
The man looked up and put down the pen in his hand.” You don’t have to do all these for me. Just do
your job.”
She felt that he was being thoughtful and smiled. “That’s true, but the two of us are getting married
after all, and I’d like to try what it’s like to be someone’s wife.”
The corners of his lips curved upward, but his face remained stiff. “What’s so good about being my
wife?”
His seemingly unintentional remark made Guinevere straighten her back. “Weston, you should know
that I have been preparing to be Mrs. Ford for many years.”
He looked at her suddenly. “It is a title that’s within your reach.”
“Yes,” Guinevere replied. “Everyone thinks that I am Mrs. Ford now. Besides, we have Zack… You are
right. I have everything I want, so I will not dwell on the little things that don’t matter.”
This was what she came for.
She was telling him that as long as she was Mrs. Ford in everyone’s eyes, they were all insignificant ,
whether it was Ella or Bella. She did not care. She also believed that someone as smart as Weston
could understand her meaning. Weston didn’t respond and simply kept quiet. After a while, he asked,
“Is this really what you want?” “Of course.” Guinevere smiled. “What is there to doubt? My heart has
never changed.”
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