Chapter 307


    Chapter 307 Weston was caressing her hair and identally pulled too hard. Ste gasped at the shar


    p twinge of pain which sent tears to her eyes, which continued staring stubbornly at him.


    Weston sighed and nted a kiss on her forehead. “I‘ve already


    given you my word and I won‘t let anyone touch you. Trust me.” These were clearly tender words of pro


    mise, yet he said it in such a cold and unfeeling manner.


    Ste‘s words brought to his mind the one–


    year promise they had between them, which Ste seemed to always have at the back of her mind.


    Even though she appeared well–invested in the role of a woman who


    only had eyes for him, it was likely that she was still thinking about how she could leave him. Otherwise


    , why would she always bring up the one–year timeline? “Your acting skills have improved


    tremendously indeed,” Weston looked into her eyes andmented. Ste didn‘t understand


    what he meant but knew vaguely that it wasn‘t anything good. She said, “I just hope that you keep your


    promise and do as you say.”. She chuckled self–derisively, “I don‘t want to always be on guard against


    Guinevere‘s attacks, especially when I was forced


    against my will to be someone‘s secret lover.” Weston’s face darkened, clearly displeased at how she d


    escribed herself using such nasty terms.


    “Exactly which part of you looks like a secret lover?” Ste said, “What must I do


    to fulfill your image of a secret lover? Always hiding in the dark and living in the


    shadows? I never hide from Roger, yet I‘m so ashamed about letting him know about our rtionship...


    ” “You‘re the one who‘s overthinking everything,” Weston cut her off as frustration mounted in his chest.


    “As long as you‘re willing, I can let our rtionship be open and aboveboard.” The mocking smile


    remained on Ste‘s face. “You can, but I still want my pride.” The world had always been


    prejudiced in its judgments between men and women; between the powerful and the weak.


    The pressures that she and


    Weston faced were worlds apart. He could not even begin toprehend her plight and the difficulties


    she endured. He could only speak from his own perspective and regard the pressure she was


    facing as nothing worthy to fuss over. The sudden ringing of the phone pierced


    through the air, cutting through the tense atmosphere.


    Ste saw Weston‘s face change.


    When he answered the call, she stood up and walked to the other side, giving him space. Despite not h


    aving much to speak to each other about, they disyed a certain level of chemistry that at times, was


    often left unspoken.


    Weston looked deeply at her without a word and left the room with his phone at his ear.


    Ste simply stood where she was without following him out of the room.


    A whileter, she walked out in need of a cup of water.


    When she walked past the hall, she saw Weston standing on the balcony, speaking


    into his phone with slight annoyance, “Settle such trivial matters yourself. Don‘t spread your negative vi


    bes to me.” As if possessed by something, Ste halted in her footsteps. The strong night breeze blew


    across the balcony.


    It hadn‘t snowed the past few days, but the harsh weather remained frigid and unforgiving. It was always


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    Weston didn‘t have much patience for those he did not deem important. “‘I don‘t have the time to listen t


    Ste retracted her gaze and hid herself in the shadows.


    She had some guesses as to whom Weston was on the phone with.


    It was either that woman at Lowe Garden, or perhaps some other woman entirely.