Chapter 649


    Chapter 649


    Ste woke up eventer than before.


    Her whole body ached as though her limbs no longer belonged to her. Her knees felt weak, and she


    almost copsed on the carpet when she got up. As usual, Weston woke up earlier than her, and he


    was already seated at the dining table when she came downstairs.


    Joan had prepared breakfast and was walking out of the kitchen when she saw Ste. “Ms. Steele,”


    she greeted. “Awake already?” Weston put down the book in his hand and nced in her direction.


    “Have some breakfast.” Ste nodded and walked toward him, her footsteps heavy.


    She sat down and nced at his book resting on the table. She asked with curiosity, “What book is that


    you’re reading?”


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    She also saw him reading this bookst night, but its cover was in anguage she did not recognize.


    Weston said coolly, “A French book. Eat something first.” He caressed her head and put the book


    away. Ste retracted her gaze and sipped at her milk.


    It was warmed to a perfect degree and slid down her throat with rtive ease. The sensation gave her


    momentary reprieve from her fatigue, but her voice was still hoarse.


    She cleared her throat as arge hand reached over to brush away the crumbs at the corner of her


    mouth.


    “You’re as messy as a child.”


    Ste lowered her head and grabbed a napkin to wipe her mouth.


    Weston retracted his hand and lowered his gaze at her,” I’ll be going to work in half an hour. You better


    say whatever you want to say now, or you’ll have to hold it in for the rest of the day.”


    He had always been able to see through her in one nce.


    Ste coughed and looked up at him. “That clothing store in the mall… did you do it?”


    “Phrase your question clearer.” Ste pursed her lips. “The employee of that shop was fired, and the


    shop closed down as well…” “And so? Isn’t that what you wanted?” he said nonchntly as if it didn’t


    matter to him one bit.


    Ste suddenly looked up at him. “I didn’t even specify which shop it is. How do you know which I was


    referring to?” 1


    Weston held her hand and used a napkin to wipe her fingers. After her fingers were all clean, he flung


    the napkin aside and said, “Since you were bullied in the first ce, what’s wrong with me bullying


    them back?”


    It was him, indeed.


    Ste let him wipe his hand and hold her wrist. His slightly calloused thumb rubbed back and forth on


    the back of her palm.


    “I thought you wouldn’t bother yourself with such trivial matters…” she said quietly.


    “As long as it makes you happy,” Weston chimed as he lifted her chin to make her look into his eyes.


    “Tell me, are you happy?” “I’m not.” Ste looked back into his eyes and said slowly.


    She went on cautiously, “It was clearly Guinevere who created trouble. You promised that you would


    never let her make things difficult for me. Are you breaking your promise now?”


    Her crystal clear eyes held no trace of other emotions.


    Weston looked deeply at her as if he could see through herpletely. “Do you know what you look


    like right now?”


    He answered his own question, “You look like you’re jealous.”


    Ste kept herself calm, defiantly arguing back. “Do you know what you look like right now?”


    “Like what?”


    “Like you’re guilty.”


    Weston found herment hrious. “Hah! Guilty?”


    “Yes. You promised that you wouldn’t let Guinevere do anything to me, yet she provoked me multiple


    times. Aside from dealing with some unimportant people, you’ve never actually dealt with her harshly,”


    Ste exined, going straight to the point.


    “You want me to deal with her harshly?”


    “I just think that it’s wrong to promise something that you can’t fulfill.”