Chapter 37


    Chapter 37


    Lucas waited for his wife to sit before taking a seat opposite her; his expression stoic and unchanged


    the entire time. “She’s Yvonne’s friend,” Lucas told Weston as he sat down. “Don’t mind it too much.”


    Ste frowned ever so slightly when she heard the word “stranger”ing from Weston’s mouth, but


    she still wouldn’t look at him. She sat down stiffly at the dining table, her ears ringing from the absurdity


    of the situation. Never in a thousand years would she have guessed that Lucas’s guests were Weston


    Ford and Guinevere Cohen.


    Weston had noticed her the second she appeared. Naturally, Guinevere did too. The moment she saw


    Ste, her body stiffened , sure that she’d just seen a ghost! Blood drained from her face, and she


    stared at the woman like a hawk. It was only when they were all seated that she realized she was


    covered in goosebumps.


    That face… there could be no mistake. She would never forget that woman’s face! But how could Ste


    Sealey be here? Wasn’t she already dead?


    Although Guinevere’s back was soaked in a cold sweat, she had been in the entertainment industry for


    many years, and she could take this much without losing control. Once she regained her senses, her


    first instinct was to check for Weston’s reactions. When she saw that his eyes had been glued on the


    woman the whole time, her fists tightened. She even clenched her teeth.


    Could she still be… alive?


    From then on, she’d lost all control. Her mind was now nk. All she could do was stare vacantly at


    Ste.


    Such a drastic change in the atmosphere did not go unnoticed by Yvonne. She could sense that


    something weird was happening but was utterly befuddled by the scene.


    “Do you know each other?” she asked Ste, looking at both Guinevere and Ste back and forth.


    “No,”Ste answered simply with a shake of her head. She seemed utterly nonchnt, but under the


    table, her fingernails dug into the flesh of her thighs so hard she almost bled.


    Guinevere regained her senses and forced herself to look away from Ste at that moment. Then her


    gaze turned towards Yvonne.


    “Who is she?” Guinevere demanded tersely as she red at Yvonne haughtily.


    Yvonne was taken aback by Guinevere’s strange behavior that she instinctively backed away. Lucas


    noticed this and frowned frustratedly. He put himself between his wife and Guinevere, shielding her


    from Guinivere’s re, which Lucas sensed as malicious.


    “Miss Cohen,” he said, “you can speak to me directly if there’s any problem. There’s no need to re at


    my wife like that.”


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    Yvonne and Guinevere weren’t that close, but since Lucas was Henry Moore’s attending doctor, and


    Henry Moore was close to Ste and Guinevere, Yvonne considered Guinevere an acquaintance,


    Nevertheless, she could not deny that she found Guinevere’s behavior just now offensive. Still,


    Guinevere and Weston were her husband’s guests. Thus, wanting to cause no trouble as the host, she


    let the matter slide and introduced her friend to them. “This is E Steele,” she announced.


    “She’s a dance teacher at my training center.”


    E Steele… Guinevere repeated that name silently. The name left a bitter taste in her mouth. But she


    gradually calmed down and took another good look at Ste, now with more scrutiny and suspicion.


    So this was not Ste Sealey after all? But just another woman who looked like her? But they didn’t just


    look alike. Their voices were identical. Even their names sounded simr…


    Serious doubts arose in her mind. She couldn’t help but turn toward the man beside her. To her


    surprise, Weston waspletely calm and indifferent. He didn’t seem to care about this woman’s


    appearance at all.


    But the calmer Weston was, the more frantic Guinevere’s mind got.


    How could he not have any reactions to the appearance of a woman who looked exactly like his wife? If


    he was so indifferent to Ste, then why did he fall into pits of despair when Ste died?


    Now Guinevere was a lot more worried about Weston’s cold reactions than the actual appearance of


    this woman itself.


    “E… Steele?” she asked in a hoarse voice after a long pause.


    “Is she called E Steele?”


    “Yes,” answered Yvonne, still so bewildered by Guinevere’s reactions that she couldn’t help but add,


    “Do you know her?”


    “No,” replied Guinevere, shaking her head. Her face was ashen as she forced a feeble smile on her


    face. “She just looks a lot like someone I knew.”