Guinevere wasn’t pleased to be completely ignored. She strode toward Stella and raised her voice.
“Hey, I’m talking to you. Did you hear me?” She stood right in front of Stella, blocking her view.
Stella looked at her with annoyance. “What exactly do you want?”
“I’m just inviting you to dinner, that’s all,” Guinevere replied with gusto.
“If my memory serves me right, this isn’t your house.” Stella folded her arms in front of her chest and
looked at her in disdain, “Inviting a guest to someone else’s home – is that the kind of manners you
were brought up with?”
Her words were sharp and incisive; she was more aggressive than she ever was.
Guinevere’s face darkened with displeasure, then suddenly contorted into a wicked smile, “Do you
know that you currently look worlds apart from Stella Sealy?”
She veered to another extreme and said coldly, “Ella, Weston is treating you as a replacement! Stella
would never be as vicious and threatening as you are! Your face is the only thing that resembles her!
You’re a completely different person compared to her!”
“Are you trying to give me some tips and suggestions?” Stella looked at her with hilarity in her eyes.
“Thank you for giving me ideas on keeping Weston by my side for a while longer. I’ll make some
adjustments to myself and make him like me even more…”
“You’re truly shameless!”
Guinevere became increasingly annoyed, furious by whatever Stella said. “I’ve never seen any woman
so happy to be another’s replacement!”
“Well, now you’ve seen one.” Stella shrugged nonchalantly. “Consider your eyes opened.”
The more agitated Guinevere was, the calmer Stella was.
She knew that it was the way to make Guinevere even more agitated.
And the more agitated one became, the more one exposed its vulnerabilities.
Guinevere’s face paled with anger, and she was about to open her mouth when Stella unceremoniously
pushed her away and turned to leave.
“You…”
Guinevere instinctively gave chase.
Outside the door.
Xavier was just entering the mansion when he bumped into Stella, that was rushing out.
“Hey! What are you in such a rush for?” When he took a clear look and saw that it was Stella, his face
changed. “It’s you.”
Stella ignored him and pushed him aside before making her exit.
Guinevere wanted to chase after her, but Xavier held her down by her shoulders. “What’s going on?
Why are you so angry?”
She calmed herself down and said irritably, “Nothing.”
Xavier’s eyes shifted as he bent over and whispered something in Guinevere’s ears.
At Stardust Mansion.
Weston finally returned at 9.30 in the evening.
When he came in, he saw Stella seated on the couch, flipping channels with a bored look on her face.
Stella wasn’t even paying attention to the television.
In a daze, she tried to find something to keep her hands busy with. She was clearly lost in her thoughts
and didn’t even notice Weston sitting next to her.
“A penny for your thoughts?”
She found herself in a warm, familiar embrace, surrounded by a refreshing, musky scent.
Stella was stunned for a moment before relaxing and leaning into his embrace. “I’m a little upset…”
Weston lowered his head and kissed her hair. He reached out to tuck her hair behind her ear. “Who
provoked you?”
He was rather shocked.
Stella had never admitted to him that she was in a bad mood and certainly never so coquettishly.
His eyes remained calm, but only he knew about the emotions that began roiling in his heart.
Stella tilted her head up, the back of her beck resting on her chest as she whined, “Xavier bullied me
today. Will you stand up for me?”.
Weston paused for a moment before he let out a chuckle.
It was a chuckle that came deep from his chest, low and rumbling.
He kissed her cheek and, in a tender and affectionate tone, cooed, “Is this a complaint I’m receiving?”
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