Guinevere suddenly clutched her chest and stepped back a few steps, “…was that man really you?
You wore a mask to the banquet to come to Ella’s rescue?”
His response was way more hurtful than directly admitting to it.
She understood Weston well enough to know he’d never hide things from anyone, and he would’ve
never said anything like that if he really didn’t do it.
The realization made her throat constrict so tight that it almost choked her. She couldn’t stop herself
from blurting,” When did things begin between you and her?”
She added a moment later, “Is it because she looks like Stella Sealey … because Ella looks like Stella,
that you treat her so differently?”
Her eyes turned red. “I asked you yesterday if you’re in love with Stella, and you refused to give me a
response. I’m asking you one more time: Are you in love with her?”
Weston remained silent as he did previously.
Guinevere went on with her one-sided interrogation, “You’re in love with Stella, which is why you paid
so much attention to the woman who looks like her, right?”
He pursed his thin lips and remained silent.
The air around them was tense and cold as ice.
“Indeed …you always become like this when we talk about her…”
Guinevere shook her head and smiled bitterly, “You fell in love with her after she died… that’s why you
are willing to do everything for just a woman who merely looks like her…”
What was this?
Was Ella considered Stella’s replacement?
Then what about her?
Anger simmered in her heart. “Why are you not saying anything? Are you admitting to what I said?”
She began yelling hysterically, “Tell me! Are you in love with Stella Sealey?!”
“Enough,” he finally spoke.
He tugged at his necktie and sounded annoyed. “Gwen, this isn’t like you.”
“How am I usually like?”
Guinevere rebuked him, her heart filled with indignance. “I know I’ve always been proud, thinking you’ll
cajole me and make me happy. I gave Stella the chance to strike, thereby causing you to fall in love
with her. Had I not been so proud
and the first to take the bow, would things have become like this?”
Tears began falling down her cheeks. She had thrown aside everything today to look for him so she
could seek an explanation.
“Was it because I gave Stella a chance back then that she managed to earn a place in your heart?”
Weston looked blandly at her. “What kind of answer do you want?”
“I don’t want an answer. I want you.”
She suddenly walked toward Weston and hugged his waist, burying her face in his embrace.
“Hug me.”
He lifted his hand and placed it on her lower back. “As you wish.”
Weston hugged her, just as she wanted him to.
Like countless times in the past, he once again satisfied her requests.
Yet, when it violated his baseline principles, he would refuse to yield.
Things have been like that for many years, so why was she suddenly dissatisfied?
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