Chapter 385


    Chapter 385 Ste shut the door behind her. The flush of red on her cheeks vanished instantly.


    Now, only cold indifference remained on her face.


    It was now early evening. While Weston had been busy working in the bedroom, Ste herself had been


    poring over the script for hours. Now devoted to the art of acting, she was well aware that she had


    neither formal training nor any experience to speak of, so she had to rely on hard work and determination


    to build up her skills. Bradley Lane once told her that she possessed a unique aura. Ste didn‘t quite


    understand what he meant, but she did notice that while acting, she found it very easy to get into


    character andpletely empathize with the character she was ying. She had gone through the


    scripts so many times now that she felt as if she truly inhabited that world.


    She closed the script and sighed softly. Her character had noticed that everyone was paying more


    attention to the heroine. At first, she told herself that it was understandable that the masters focussed on


    the heroine since she had gone missing since she was a child. Slowly, however, she realized that the


    more affection they showed to the heroine, the less attention they would give her, giving rise to envy and


    jealousy.


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    It wasn‘t that the masters had been treating her badly, though. It was just basic human nature to feel


    insecure andpetitive when there were rivals. This had been true since time immemorial.


    Ste had to admit that this was a well–written character,plex, dynamic, and multi dimensional. She


    was petty and disgraceful, yet her fate was sad and tragic. Meanwhile, Weston was just about to be done


    working for the day when his father suddenly called.


    “Where are you?” his father asked in a glum voice. Weston had never been particrly close to his


    father. To the outside world, Chris Ford appeared to be a loving father and Weston seemed like a


    devoted son, but only the two of them knew that their rtionship had soured almost to the point of


    animosity.


    As for the reason why, even Weston himself wasn‘t sure anymore.


    “What do you want?” Weston asked tersely.


    “Do I have to want something to call you?” answered Chris, irritated even though he did indeed want


    something from Weston.


    He didn‘t like the tone Weston used. He was his father, after all. He should be able to call his


    own son without needing any particr reason. “If you have something to say,” Weston replied as he


    massaged his temples, “then just say it. I don‘t have time for your long–winded speech.”


    Weston realized that his temperature had increased, possibly because he‘d been slogging like a mule all


    afternoon. In the past, something as trivial as a cold wouldn‘t faze him–he just needed a few hours of


    rest and he‘d be as good as new.


    But it hadn‘t been so this time. It seemed that this cold was hitting him harder than expected. “I‘ve heard


    what happened yesterday,” Chris continued, seemingly not noticing anything wrong with Weston‘s raspy


    voice. “What exactly is going on between you and Guinevere?” The Cohen family did not make too much


    of a fuss about Weston‘s refusal to get a marriage certificate with Guinevere since it would hurt more


    than benefit if they forced Weston to do what he didn‘t want to do. But if problems arose in the


    rtionship between Weston and Guinevere, things could get really worrisome. Weston listened quietly


    to his father for a while before bursting intoughter that reeked of mockery.


    ..


    “Do you still think that I have feelings for her?!” he taunted. The derision in Weston‘s voice was not lost


    on Chris. “...but the way things stand now,” he muttered, “there is just no turning back. In any case, just


    think of it as a plea from your father...” “Weston,” he added after a pause. “You must know how damaging


    this would be to our family if the truth gets exposed, don‘t you?” Weston said nothing. “All the things that


    the Fords have built through pain, sweat, and tears will be obliterated in an instant,” Chris continued.


    “Doesn‘t that bother you? Our family will be turned into aughing stock! And with your mom‘s weak


    heart...” “Don‘t drag her into this!” Weston angrily interrupted. “You have no right to even talk about her!“