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Chapter 1046 “Mr. Ford, you‘re finally home…”
Joan seemed immensely relieved to see him.
“Mrs. Ford still hasn‘t eaten or drank anything yet,” she informed him. “I really
am at a loss of what to do.” For a moment, Weston froze in silence before handing the car to the driver to be parked.
“I know.” He turned back to Joan and added, “It‘s getting really late. You should go get some rest now.”
Joan nodded repeatedly. She was now completely relieved.
“It‘s good that you‘re back. It‘s good that you‘re back…”
As Joan got older, she still retained her conservative view of things. To her, it did not matter what Weston and Guinevere did when they were together that night. As long as he c
As for what could have happened between them, to Joan, it was customary for men to lose control of themselves and make mistakes sometimes.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIt was good enough that he came home in the end.
By the time Weston entered the bedroom, the first light of the day had started to appear at the edge of the
horizon. He had been hard at work the whole night, getting practically no sleep at all. The room was dimly illuminated. He could see a tiny bulge beneath the thick layer of blank
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Weston‘s eyes slickered, with a glimmer ol mirth emerging from inside them.
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He walked to Stella‘s side and reached out his hand to pull the bulge under the blanket into his arms.
“Still awake?” he asked in a deep, husky voice.
Stella stayed silent, pretending that she was asleep.
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Weston naturally would not let her get away with that. He kissed her several times on the forehead and said, “Joan told me that you hadn‘t eaten anything for the whole day. If h
“It has nothing to do with her cooking!” Stella swiftly pushed the blanket off her body. “Don‘t you dare replace her!”
“So you‘re finally willing to talk, hmm?” he asked gruffly and pinched her nose.
Stella stopped pretending to be asleep and scrutinized him from head to toe.
He was still wearing the same clothes he did yesterday. In his strikingly straight and majestic eyebrows, there was a sign of barely noticeable exhaustion.
Weston was a demanding perfectionist in every aspect of his life. He rarely allowed himself to look as sloppy as he did. Evidently, what happened to Zachary and Guinevere
must have distressed him quite significantly.
Stella opened her mouth to speak, looking straight at his dark eyes, asking, “Where… have you been last night?” Her voice was hoarse, sounding distinctly frail and weak. Her d
had not drunk any water for a long time. He raised her chin
and pressed his thumb against the corner of her lips. “I had some business to attend to last night. What‘s wrong? Are you angry with me?”
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Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmStella said nothing, but her eyes were still fixed on him.
After a period of silence, she finally asked, “What kind of business? Why
did it take you so long?” He was clearly by Guinevere‘s side last night, she thought. Why did he have to bother himself with concealing the truth?
“Are you starting to get clingy now?” Weston smiled, stroking her
chin. He then picked her up and put her down on his lap. “All these messy problems will soon be dealt with, and I‘ll have a lot of time to spend with you.”
Naturally, he wasn‘t about to tell her what had happened to Roger last night, at least for the time being. Her mental state had been unstable as it was, so while the problem of Z
Stella leaned against his chest, listening to his strong and steady heartbeat.
After holding her for a while, Weston said, “Since you can‘t sleep, why not sit here with me for a while?”
He then effortlessly picked her up.
She limply leaned on his shoulder, as if her body had no bones.
It suddenly occurred to Weston that all he needed was to exert a little force, and he could easily break her whole body.
“Joan told me that you haven‘t eaten anything today,” he fretfully raised her chin. “Did you do that on purpose? Were you trying to punish me?”
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