Chapter 378


    Chapter 378 Guinevere was still in turmoil.


    “What if I told you that I insist on having you here with me?”


    Weston swept a cool nce at her and said, “No one can force me to do anything.”


    He then turned around and walked out the door. “From now on,” he added, “you can stay here whenever


    you like. You don‘t have to ask for my permission. The keys are near the entrance door. I will change the


    ownership of this apartment and put it under your name.”


    He then closed the door behind him and left.


    It was a thick door, but the sound of Guinevere‘s piercing scream could still be heard outside.


    Guinevere copsed on the living room floor. She kneeled there and screamed her lungs out while


    pulling on her hair. She had tried so hard for so long to be let into this apartment, yet now that she finally


    had her wish, it turned out to be an empty, meaningless victory. It was as if fate was mocking her.


    It was now about half past three in the morning, but Ste still couldn‘t fall asleep.


    Every time she closed her eyes, vivid images of the same dreadful incident came flooding back –images


    of the day when she fell from that building.


    She tossed and turned, but all she could see was a pool of blood and mangled flesh that used to be her


    baby. The sound of a baby crying for their mother rang in her ears. She wanted to answer the baby, but


    she couldn‘t even open her mouth because a man was grabbing her throat with hisrge rough hand,


    choking her as he whispered filthy words into her ear.


    Weston was standing nearby. Ste cried and begged for his mercy, pleading for him to rescue her, but


    he paid no mind to her. Instead, he pulled Guinevere into his arms and left her for dead, as if she meant


    nothing to him at all.


    In despair and utterly dejected, she jumped off the building...


    “Aaah!” Ste screamed and sprung up in bed, awoken by the intense pain in the dream. Her heart was


    pounding wildly.


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    The rain drummed on the ss window. There was no sign of it letting up. It was only getting heavier and


    heavier, and the thunder and lightning came even more frequently now.


    Suddenly, a sh of lightning illuminated the whole room. For a brief moment, it was as bright as day.


    Ste noticed the man lying beside her.


    She was still shaken up by the nightmare, and seeing his face clearly churned up all the violent emotions


    inside her. They gradually built up and swelled till she reached a point where she felt like a string


    stretched so taut that she might snap at any time.


    Ste let out a heavy sigh. She stared at Weston, wondering when he hade back and how long he


    had been lying in bed next to her. ‘Didn‘t he say he had to leave because of an urgent matter? Why did


    he have toe back again?‘ she thought. “Weston...” Ste whispered softly. The man did not respond.


    His hair was wet, as if he hade back from the rain outside and went to bed straight away without


    drying it first. His arm was still around her waist, and his whole body was leaning against hers. Ste


    shoved his arm away. Weston‘s brows knitted. His expressions soured, as if he wanted to just pull her


    back into his arms. But he remained sound asleep.


    Seeing that, Ste felt her swirling emotions simmer down. She gazed at this man‘s handsome sleeping


    face. From his eyes, his nose, down to his chin, there was not a single feature on his face that was


    wed.


    A vicious thought cropped up in her mind. It grew like a creeping vine around her heart and soon


    overtook her whole being. With trembling hands, she reached for the pillow behind her. Her mind was


    telling her to stop, but her hands would not listen. Slowly, she ced the pillow on Weston‘s face, then


    she pressed it down...


    Ste had no idea what she was thinking. She only felt all the pent up hatred pouring out of her through


    her hands. As the rain poured down from the dark gloomy belly of the sky, the only thing upying


    Ste’s mind was the urge to see this despicable man die. She pressed the pillow down harder and


    harder. She knew that if she did it long enough, this man who had brought so much pain and misery to


    her would eventually stop breathing. Her mind was a nk void except for this single thought. She could


    see him slowly suffocating under the pillow. His body was twitching and jerking, as if he was being


    electrocuted...


    Boom!