Chapter 389


    Chapter 389 Indeed, Weston pursed his lip tight upon her words. He simply looked at her without a direct


    response. Ste shook her head. “There are some things that you can never give me.”


    In Ford Mansion‘s backyard.


    Chris hung up and didn‘t dare to turn around and face the woman behind him.


    Guinevere said nothing. With a watering can in one hand and the other fiddling with flowers, it was as if


    she had expected the oue.


    It was winter, and all the nts in the garden had been imported from overseas.


    However, perhaps the harsh winter conditions this time caused none of the flowers to be in bloom.


    Dr. Hayden Quirk suggested that she keep herself busy by way of distraction. She was officially joining


    the crew in two days to film her scenes, and she decided to spend whatever free time she had tending


    the garden. In any case, it was something that she often saw Henry doing.


    She wasn‘t exactly sure whether it really had a positive impact on keeping one‘s emotions in check, but


    now that she had a go at it herself, she found it to be rather true.


    Guinevere heard herself asking Chris calmly, “What did he say?”


    Chris wore a nasty expression on his face, and he didn‘t offer Guinevere an immediate response. He had


    been so cocky before he called Weston, yet his face was now ashen with disappointment after the call.


    Guinevere had heard what he said over the phone and knew Weston wouldn‘t agree to Chris so easily.


    The look of anguish on Chris‘ face piqued her interest instead.


    Chris collected his thoughts and said guiltily to Guinevere, “Something cropped up in Fern City, which is


    why Weston doesn‘t have time to return. Don‘t overthink it.”


    “I‘m not...”


    Guinevere put down the watering can. “I know that he‘s busy with work. I just want to hear his voice,


    that‘s all.”


    She tried to portray the image of an infatuated, faithful woman, vastly different from the proud and


    haughty Guinevere of the past.


    With a sigh, she said, “I‘ll be joining the crew in a few days and will probably not be home much to bother


    you and Wendy...”


    “I didn‘t say that.” “Aren‘t you worried that the more I interact with Wendy, the more I‘ll think about things I


    shouldn‘t?”


    Guinevere suddenly looked at him with aplicated smile. Chris‘ heart leaped with anxiety as chills ran


    down his spine. “What are you thinking about?” In a split second, Guinevere went back to looking lost. “I


    don’t know. Fragments of memories suddenly shed in my mind...” She bit her lips as her face


    contorted with pain. “My head hurts.” She held her forehead and stumbled a few steps forward.


    Chris immediately stepped forward and held her, asking with concern, “What‘s the matter? Are you


    having another episode? I‘ll call Hayden over right now...” “No need,” Guinevere shook her head weakly.


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    From the corner of her eye, she spotted Wendy, taking care of Zack upstairs, standing on the balcony,


    staring at them coldly.


    Guinevere suddenly leaned against Chris‘ shoulders, “I feel so dizzy. Let me lean on you, Uncle


    Chris kept still and let her lean against him, an inexplicable feeling in his heart. He suddenly remembered


    that he was still in the Ford Mansion and wanted to push her away when he heard her mumble under her


    breath, “When I can I call you Dad...”


    Chris retracted the hand he had reached out and pushed her away as conflicting emotions raged within


    him. “It‘s just an address. In my eyes, you are already my daughter–inw.” “Is that so?” Guinevere


    sneered in her heart. She didn’t know who the better actor between Chris and herself was. He called her


    his daughter–inw and Zack, his good grandson. He didn‘t seem to consider their current rtionship


    absurd, to say the least.