Chapter 45


    Chapter 45 She paused for a moment and smiled as if a thought shed past her mind. “A child.” She


    looked straight into Weston’s eyes and said the two words emphatically.


    Instinctively, Weston released her hand as those two words left her mouth.


    Ste wanted to see something from his gaze, but it was a pity that she couldn’t see anything.


    At that moment, she couldn’t help butugh at herself. Was she expecting a man like him to feel sorrow


    and guilt over that child?


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    He wouldn’t. He only cared for the child he had with Guinevere, whereas she and her child were but


    just lowly ants in his eyes, deserving only to be stepped on by him and thrown aside like a rag doll. “Mr.


    Ford, if there’s nothing else, I’ll be off.” Ste pushed him aside, but at the next second, he grabbed her


    wrist again. It was then that she lost all patience with him. “What exactly do you want?” She turned her


    face around and looked at him with frustration,” Don’t tell me you just want to catch up and reminisce


    about the past?”


    Weston had never seen such cold frustration in her eyes and felt an inexplicable lump in his chest.


    He swallowed the words on the tip of his tongue and instead said, “Remember your identity now. Don’t


    you dare create any unnecessary trouble for me?” Ste’s eyes turned even colder. “Of course, I don’t


    need Mr. Ford to remind me of something like that. I just hope that you can control your wife and stop


    her from getting in my way from the washroom and asking me if I’m Ste Sealey!” With her back


    against the light, she could see Weston’s face darkening upon her words.


    She did not know if it was because of her provocative tone or something else entirely. Ste lowered


    her gaze onto his hand that gripped her wrist tightly, before looking back into his eyes. Lifting her hand


    nonchntly, she said, “Do you still insist on grabbing my hand and refusing to let go?”


    With that, she looked at a figure behind Weston. A supple, beautiful figure was walking over in a hurry.


    The corners of Ste’s mouth curved upward, as scorn filled her heart at the sight of Guinevere


    anxiously looking for Weston high and low.


    Since when did the high and mighty Ms. Cohen, the bright star of the entertainment industry, ever get


    so anxious?


    How could the appearance of a mere woman who resembles Ste Sealey make her so antsy?


    Weston followed Ste’s gaze and saw the figure behind him. His brows furrowed slightly.


    By the time he turned back around, Ste had flung his hand away and turned to leave. The sight of


    her leaving without any hesitation at all made his eyes turn dark. He continued looking on as she


    disappeared into the darkness. The footsteps from behind came closer as Guinevere said through


    shallow pants, “Weston, why are you here?”


    She clearly saw E just now but did not ask him why he was with her. Even if she hated to admit it,


    she could not deny that E’s appearance had rattled her thoroughly. The mere appearance of


    someone who looked uncannily like her made her lose all her senses, and her emotions were raging


    like wildfire, unable to be appeased. Westonposed himself and said “nothing” without so much as


    looking at Guinevere.


    He went on, “Let’s go back.” Guinevere collected her thoughts and instinctively reached out to hold


    Weston’s arm, but he had long walked off. Seeing the back of his retreating figure, Guinevere’s eyes


    darkened and turned cold.


    Why?


    What exactly went wrong? They were back to what they were in the past, yet why did everything feel so


    different?