Weston refused to let Stella be seen in that gown.
The wedding gown she wore was his limit.
Weston realized that his possessiveness toward her had gone to an extreme, and it seemed to only get
more intense in time.
Stella furrowed her brows. “I think I look better in this.”
It wasn‘t that she was in the mood to argue with Weston, but she was too lazy to change into another
gown.
Weston glanced at her for a moment but decided not to pursue the matter further. He took a couple of
breaths and calmed himself, then retrieved a pair of handcuffs from somewhere.
“Stretch your hands out.”
Stella‘s eyes widened. “What in the world are you doing?”
What is that? Handcuffs? He kept mum as he cuffed both their hands together. His stance made it clear
that he forbade resistance of any kind.
This time round, he didn‘t use a necktie to bind her up. Instead, he chose a special pair of handcuffs to
bind them together.
Stella had to follow him around wherever he went.
As they walked into the hotel in such a manner, everyone got a rude shock.
Once again, no one dared to say a word. They just looked on as the newlyweds behaved like Siamese
twins with their hands cuffed together.
Weston raised a toast with his free hand, looking leisurely at his guests as if he did not notice the strange
gazes they were giving him and his bride. Stella stood behind him, still and obedient. There wasn‘t much
expression on her face except for hopeless submission.
Wendy furrowed her brows as she saw them walking down the aisle. She looked around to see if Chris
had returned.
Thankfully , Chris knew his boundaries and returned to his seat in time.
Wendy could smell a different fragrance on his body, and the knot between her brows tightened. “Your
body reeks of perfume just from a quick session of consoling Guinevere.”
Chris had just sat down when he heard her scathing remark, which further soured his mood, which was
bad to begin with. His face turned cold as he said bitingly,“ Everyone‘s watching. Stop blowing things out
of proportion!”
The image of Guinevere‘s sorrowful sobbing kept playing in his mind like a broken record.
She cried with such tragic beauty, leaning on his shoulders and weakly telling him of the deep–seated
indignance she couldn‘t help but display.
Chris had always known about Guinevere‘s pride and her strong sense of dignity.
Yet, her temperament and character had been tamed by Weston.
Since she had grown up with Weston, Chris treated her like a child and was constantly chasing after her.
He literally watched her grow up.
Ever since that night...
Chris had to admit that it was an utter mistake.
To protect and preserve his family, he heaped lies upon lies to the extent of almost becoming enemies
with Weston.
All along, he felt most guilty toward Wendy, who was also giving him a headache.
The only time he felt some reprieve, and a semblance of existence in this world was when he was with
Guinevere,
who made him feel like he was still needed.
This feeling made him change his attitude toward Guinevere.
He was no longer able to treat her like a daughter–in–law, but...
Chris didn‘t want to think further down this line.
He could behave out of line in certain things, but not to such a devastating extent. But now that things
had already come to this point, did he have to continue hiding in the dark, living his life on tenterhooks?
“Dad.”
Silence ensued.
Wendy nudged him. “Why are you spacing out? He‘s calling you.”
Chris snapped back to attention.
He looked kindly at Weston and Stella. “Yes.”
No matter how much he did not like Stella, he still had to be courteous in front of so many guests.
Stella moved robotically through the entire ceremony.
She raised her arms stiffly in a toast to Chris and Wendy, addressing them monotonously as Dad and
Mom before stonily receiving wedding gifts from them.
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