Chapter 467


    Chapter 467


    The next day, Ste was woken up by the sound of a familiar ringtone.


    It seemed someone had been trying to reach Weston sincest night. His phone had been ringing all


    night, but neither of them had paid any attention. Ste nced at Weston, who was still fast asleep. It


    was the first time that he slept more soundly than her. She reached over and grabbed his phone. Her


    eyes darkened when she saw the name of the caller on the screen. Just as she silently stared at the


    phone, Weston opened his eyes. Ste happened to look over, and her eyes met with his stormy ones.


    “Why aren’t you answering the phone?” he asked with a faintly hoarse voice while looking straight at


    her as though trying to plumb the depths of her soul. “It’s your phone,” she replied, handing it to him.


    Half propped up on his elbows, Weston pulled Ste into his arms so that she would lean on his chest.


    Then with his other hand, he reached out of the nket and answered the phone.


    “What is it?” he asked.


    “Finally!” came the angry voice on the phone. “God d*mn it, Weston! I’ve been calling you all night! I


    thought you were dead or something!” “What’s the matter?” asked Weston, half-frowning. “The


    kidnapper has died suddenly in the hospital!” “And?” replied Weston. He’d already known, so he wasn’t


    surprised by the news.


    “Oh…” Henry Moore sighed in relief. He could guess from Weston’s tone that he’d already found out


    about it. “I just thought that it might be important to you…” Henry had no idea what exactly went on


    between Weston, Guinevere, and Ste, but he was pretty sure that the kidnapper must harbor some


    secrets. Weston wouldn’t have kept him alive all this time, otherwise.


    Guinevere seemed very wary of the man too. She even visited him herself yesterday, although the visit


    ultimately cost him his life.


    “What exactly is going on between you and Gwen, Weston?” he asked. “What were you guys doing


    with a thug like that?”


    “I’ll exin everything when the dust settles,” Weston answered, his face glum.


    “Don’t bother,” said Henry. “I don’t really care. I have no interest in getting roped into the mess between


    you and Gwen.”


    “You can easily stay out of this as long as you can say no to Guinevere, but you can’t do that, can


    you?”


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    Henry hated the cynicism in Weston’s voice. He pushed his wheelchair to the balcony and


    casually picked off a thorn from the cactus nt.


    “You know full well that I would’ve died long ago if it hadn’t been for Gwen,” he said. “I owe her my


    life.”


    “I don’t care what goes on between the two of you,” Weston stated inly. “It has nothing to do with


    me.”


    “Don’t you think its a little too cold of you? Everyone knows Gwen would do anything for you! She’s


    completely devoted to you! It’s alle this far, Weston. Why don’t you just settle down with her and


    stop messing around and making her feel insecure?”


    “That’s none of your business,” replied Weston before hanging up abruptly. He turned to Ste and was


    met with her piercing gaze.


    “Why are you looking at me like that?” he asked, hugging her tight. “Wanna do it again?” “Shut up!”


    Ste scowled. “Can’t your brain think of anything else?”


    “Actually,” he argued, “it would be ludicrous of me not to think about it, considering the position we are


    in now.”


    Ste looked down and blushed deeply. “You seem to be pretty close with Henry Moore,” she


    observed, resting her head on Weston’s chest.


    “Why? Are you interested in him?” he lifted her chin with a finger, his toneced with scrutiny. “I don’t


    like it when you show interest in other men.”