Did Chris have any regrets about coming this far? If he did, he‘d never admit it to his son.
“Of course, I‘m scared ... I don‘t want her to be sad and upset ... What happened back then was an
accident. If you kept your promise, no one would‘ve known. Now that you‘re treating Guinevere like this,
we‘ll be screwed when her memory comes back, and she‘ll drag us all down...”
“Then, so be it.”
Weston was about to hang up when he heard Chris‘s pleading from the other end of the line.
“Did you forget?! Your mom just had her heart checked at the hospital. If she finds out the truth ... It‘ll be
too much for her to handle!”
Weston held his breath and remained silent for a long time.
“Please, I‘m begging you, just come and see her... Consider it a favor for your mother. Don‘t hurt her
anymore.”
“If you don‘t want to hurt her,” Weston snapped coldly. “You shouldn‘t have done this in the first place.”
Weston ended the call with a bang as he slammed his phone on the table. His eyes gradually turned
dark, like the frost formed on a thousand years of coldness.
Although Weston moved the wedding to an earlier date, he clearly had no intention of reducing his
original budget, hiring even more designers from abroad to the already massive wedding planning team.
Stella looked at the teams of people and plans in front of her with a headache. “Are you planning to do
two ceremonies; with so many styles?”
She looked through the plans in her hand, but it was too much.
Meanwhile, the patient design team explained everything in detail to Stella. “Ms. Steele, there‘s no hurry.
Mr. Ford has instructed us to do everything to your liking. We can combine the two ceremonies if you
wish.”
They were ready to face Stella‘s tricky demands.
After flipping through the pages, Stella suddenly said, “I want the simplest wedding possible.”
The designers were stunned. “The simplest?”
Weston was annoyed following Chris‘ outburst and the Cohen‘s matters. When he showed up at the
wedding planning meeting to learn about the progress, Stella‘s request made him frown a little. She
wanted only a simple wedding?
After that, in the apartment.
When Stella returned, Weston was already at home, leisurely flipping through a booklet on the sofa.
Stella put her bag down and walked up behind him. She put her hands on his temples and massaged
them softly. “Why are you home so early today?”
Weston grabbed her hand and took her into his arms. “Did the designers fail to impress you?”
Stella hesitated for a moment. She knew he was talking about the wedding. She shook her head and
explained , “It‘s all good, but we don‘t need such extravagance–”
“I thought women loved grand weddings.” Weston tipped her chin and nudged her a little. “If you don‘t
like them, I‘ll hire another team from abroad.”
“It‘s not about the designers.”
Stella explained, “They‘re good and clever at their plans, but... Sigh.
“I just don‘t want to make it so grand.”
She leaned her head on his shoulder. “Isn’t marriage something we both share? The most important
thing is that we like it, not how lavish it is. Besides...”
She paused and muttered softly, “I don‘t want people to say I‘m showing off.”
Weston hugged her waist and looked her in the eye.
“Are you sure of this?”
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