Chapter 376


    Chapter 376 For his family, he could pretend that none of this had ever happened. He could pretend that


    everything was fine, just as they wanted. He could pretend to be Guinevere‘s husband. He could pretend


    to be Zachary‘s father. But he could not and would not pretend to love Guinevere or treat her


    affectionately as she wished.


    Guinevere wiped away the rainwater on her face. The tears that she shed had disappeared into the


    rain.


    She suddenly burst intoughter. “So you‘re still mad about that, huh?” she taunted. She held her head


    in her hands, as if all her memories came flooding back to her all at once. “I‘ve been chasing after you for


    so many years,” she said, almost rambling. “Did that mean nothing to you at all? Why can‘t you just turn


    around and notice me for once?” “Too many women have been chasing after me, Gwen,” he replied.


    “Too many to notice them


    Weston turned around and walked away.


    “But I‘m not like them!” Guinevere ran after Weston and wrapped her arms around him from behind. “I‘m


    nothing like any of them! I‘ve always loved you more than any other woman in


    the world! Isn‘t that enough?”


    Weston was no longer in the mood to talk to her.


    “Do you still expect me to believe that?” He tore her arms off his body and shoved her away.” Keep your


    distance from me, and I‘ll let you keep whatever dignity you still have! But if you ever cross the line


    again, I swear I‘ll break all contact with you!” As he spoke, his eyes gleamed suddenly as he slowly


    stepped forward. “I know that you remember everything that happened a year ago,” he told her, his gaze


    piercing straight into her eyes. “For now, I won‘t question if your amnesia is real. Whether you want to


    keep things the way they are, or if you want the whole truth to be revealed that‘s all up to you,


    Guinevere. Don‘t try my patience.”


    He then turned away coldly and strode away, no longer giving Guinevere a second look while his tall


    frame gradually disappeared in the rain.


    Guinevere quietly watched as Weston disappeared in the distance,pletely in shock. Soon, she lost


    all self–control and just couldn‘t hold back her tears anymore. She screamed and cried her heart out.


    She had only taken one wrong step, yet all the subsequent steps after that seemed to be taking her


    further and further away from the right path.


    She didn‘t know how long she had stood there crying in the rain, but eventually, her emotions


    subsided, and she calmed down a little.


    “Miss Cohen,” Ben said as he approached her, his eyes full of pity. “Let me take you home.” From his


    perspective, both Guinevere and Ste were clearly victims. He had no idea what went on between


    Weston and Guinevere, but from an outsider‘s standpoint, Weston doubtlessly seemed to be a heartless


    man. But Ste was innocent too. Guinevere definitely should not have tried to kill her. Although Ste


    was in fact still alive and had changed her name and identity, if things had gone slightly differently that


    day, she really would have died. In that case, Guinevere would have been fully responsible for the death


    of one woman.


    So, Ben was not sure whether to feel sorry for Guinevere or condemn her. But she was definitely a


    wretched woman,that much he knew. It was almost dawn now. There were basically no other vehicles on


    the road. After he made sure that Belle had arrived safely at the hospital and had cleaned up all the


    mess, Ben finally reported everything to Weston. Weston nced at the woman in his car and said


    nothing. Guinevere was huddled up with a nket in the back seat, staring at the man who was silentlyContent provided by N?velDrama.Org.


    driving without any trace of emotion on his face. She was gradually regaining her senses. Her emotions


    would be unstable from time to time, but only briefly. She was still lucid most of the time.


    “Weston, I‘m so sorry...” she muttered, looking down like a guilty child now that she remembered all the


    wrong she had done. “I don‘t know what‘s gotten into me...” Weston nced at her through the rearview


    mirror but made no reply. After a long silence, he finally asked her, “Where do you n to spend the


    night?”