“He probably wants to know who I’ve met, what I’ve done, what I’ve said…”
Yvonne frowned and remarked, “This guy sounds like a…”
She wanted to say a pervert, but she didn’t wish to frighten Stella.
Stella , however, had long known how deranged Weston could become, and she knew precisely what
Yvonne was thinking.
“He has always been a pervert.” Stella shook her head.
Yvonne sighed.
“Why exactly do you think he’s doing this?” she asked.
Thousands of women out there would be more than willing to be with him, so why did he have to force
Ella to be his lover? And why even go to the creepy extent of sending people to follow her around?
“Do you think he’s worried that you’d run away?”
“Where am I supposed to run to?” Stella found the thought amusing. “He’s probably just doing this to
show he owns me.”
Nonetheless, Yvonne was still worried that Guinevere might do something to Ella.
“Does Guinevere know that he forced you to be with him?”
“Rather than believing that I was forced to be with him,” Stella massaged the throbbing headache she
was having on her forehead, “I think she’d rather prefer to believe that I wanted to stay with him. The
thought of Weston Ford forcing another woman to be with him might be insulting and humiliating to
her.”
“You’re probably right,” Yvonne responded. “Her pride would never let her admit that Weston might fall
in love with someone else…”
It had been a long time since they had a chance to chat, so it was natural that they would talk about
their respective partners. But it was obvious that Stella no longer wanted to talk about Weston, so
Yvonne changed the topic to her husband, Lucas.
“He’s been really good to me lately,” she said, scooping a spoonful of custard into her mouth. “You
remember how I caught him having dinner with another woman, don’t you? Well, it turns out that she
really was just his patient. I guess I just get a little too jealous sometimes…”
“That’s unsurprising,” Stella nodded. “He doesn’t seem like the guy who would cheat on you.” “Yeah,”
Yvonne agreed wholeheartedly. “We’ve known each other since we were little, and he’s only ever been
interested in me.”
“You mean you guys were childhood sweethearts?”
“I guess you can say that,” Yvonne giggled. “He’s actually the son of my family’s driver. We practically
grew up together. He’s always been a quiet introvert.”
Stella never knew that they had come from such different backgrounds.
“How did you guys end up together?” she asked.
“Because he’s so handsome?!” Yvonne gushed, her tone implying how obvious the answer should
have been to Stella. “He’s the best-looking guy among all the kids that I grew up with. We went to the
same elementary school, high school, and even the same university, and he was still the guy that
appealed to me the most! I’ve always been following him around, so it was natural that we’d end up
together.”
Yvonne had never questioned any of this. To her, Lucas had always belonged to her, and there had
never been a shred of doubt in her mind about it. She was also certain that Lucas would never be
interested in other women. She was his only one, and she was a hundred percent sure of it.
The only reason she blew up in anger when she saw him with another woman was her habit of being
possessive of him. Even though she was fully aware that Lucas would never cheat on her, she couldn’t
help but be jealous.
“He must have been treating you like a princess,” Stella observed, a little envious of her friend.
If she hadn’t had him wrapped around her finger, she wouldn’t have been so quick to lose her temper.
Yvonne was about to say something, but she was suddenly cut off by a voice that sounded very familiar
to Stella.
“Stella…? Is that you?”
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