He could have avoided the slap if he wanted to, but in the end, he didn’t budge an inch. He simply
stood there waiting for it to arrive.
Maybe because Chris was a little embarrassed by the look in Weston’s eyes, he shifted his gaze away.
“I didn’t mean for it to happen back then-you know it! This is the only solution to it all. Do you really
want to ruin the life we have right now? If you really don’t want to marry Guinevere, you can wait for a
few years before divorcing her. Why do you have to do this now?
“Weston, you weren’t this immature before!” he exclaimed, as if his heart was shattering.
“Immature?” Weston nearly burst out laughing, as if he had just heard the best joke ever told.
He took a sudden step forward and moved slowly to Chris’ side, patting him on the shoulder.” How is
asking my fiancée to take a psychological test immature? Or do you have a better way of dealing with
my marriage?” Chris’ face became pale as he gazed at him furiously. “Do you really have to talk to me
that way? What should I do to make you listen to me?”
Weston suddenly withdrew his hand, and his eyes gradually became frigid. “It’s easy. Just promise me
one thing.”
It was as if Chris knew what Weston was about to say because his eyes turned hostile.
Sure enough, the next second, he heard Weston say, “I want someone.”
Chris clenched his fist tightly in an instant, as if he knew it all along. “I knew it! Who do you want? The
old you wouldn’t do such things at all!”
Weston didn’t say a word and only stared at him quietly.
Chris sucked in a deep breath and asked, “You’ve made up your mind, haven’t you? Do you know what
the Cohen family will think?” “This isn’t what I should worry about anymore, Father.”
Hearing this, Chris was startled. Then, he took a step back, let out a deep breath, and pointed at the
door of the office. “Go in now and bring Guinevere out to me. No matter what happens in the future, I’ll
help you explain it all to your mom and the Cohen family.”
A grin appeared on Weston’s face as he said, “I hope you keep your promise.”
Inside the office.
When Weston walked in, Guinevere stood up instantly and rushed to him. “What did he say?”
“Nothing.” There weren’t any emotions on his face. He turned to look at Dr. Quirk. “Is it over?”
Dr. Quirk shook his head and explained, “The situation is tricky—”
Before he could finish, Weston interrupted him. “Since that’s the case, let’s call it a day.” Hearing this,
Dr. Quirk shot up to his feet with shock “So, you’re not continuing?” Weston didn’t say a word but
turned to look at Guinevere. A light flashed through her eyes as she asked hopefully, “We can leave?”
“Yes. Let’s go,” he replied in a deep voice after a while.
Stella had a few peaceful days, and Weston never appeared anymore. She even felt that the threats
Weston laid out to her were merely a nightmare. Justin had been actively asking her out. After the two
of them talked it out that night, their relationship had gotten one step closer. It was time to get off work.
Stella released a sigh of relief as she stared at the words on her phone.
The next second, an unknown number called her.
She was so shocked that she stood up immediately and caused the water on the table to pour all over
her. It was Weston who called her.
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