Chapter 1192


    Chapter 1192 “I‘m not saying I have any right,” he replied, his eyes pitch – ck and his voice raspy. “I‘m


    not trying to take anything from you.”


    “Trust me,” heforted her gently as if she was a frightened little creature. “Ste, this time I won‘t


    force you to do anything, like how I did. All I want is to see them. Please?”


    As soon as the thought of those two children popped into his mind, an uncontroble feeling of tender


    affection overcame him.


    That day, in the restaurant, he only had a chance to hold Emma for a while, but he could never forget


    how it felt.


    He wanted to see his children again. Especially the boy. He had not even had a chance to hold him yet.


    Ste could easily see the desire in his eyes.


    “I think you must‘ve misunderstood something,” she sneered, trying to chip away at his hope bit by bit.


    “You should‘ve known a long time ago that I could never get pregnant, Mr. Ford. The truth is, the twins


    aren‘t my children, much less yours.” “Then why do they look just like you?” he asked, his eyes full of


    tenderness. He took no offense from her biting


    sarcasm, and he kept his patience intact. “I know you won‘t be able to ept me right now, but I


    honestly just want to see them. Please, Ste, I won‘t disturb them at all. I‘ll be content with watching


    them from a distance...”


    “Absolutely not!” Ste snapped coldly. “I told you they‘re not your children, so what else do you want


    from us? Why won‘t you leave us in peace?”


    She uttered each word with icy rity, showing him absolutely no mercy.


    “By the way,” she continued, “since you seem really curious, perhaps I should just tell you that I adopted


    those kids.”


    Weston‘s face sank. He remained silent as he kept staring at her. A long time passed before he finally


    said, “If you‘re trying to hurt me, go ahead. I don‘t mind it. Just let me see them again, please. Just for a


    little while.”


    Ste stepped away from him and scoffed. “But they‘re not your children,” she said. “Why on earth would


    you want to see them?” She looked defiantly at him and added, “You‘re acting strange, Mr. Ford. You


    didn‘t seem that interested in your own son back then. I wonder why you‘re suddenly interested in


    someone else‘s children?”


    “What are you talking about?” Weston frowned. “You know perfectly well what I meant,” answered Ste,


    checking her nails casually, but with eyes that were full of contempt. “Or perhaps you‘re more forgetful


    than I thought? It was only three years ago that Zachary Ford died. He was your own son no matter


    what. How could you be so unbothered and act like he never existed just because he‘s dead? Instead of


    being upset, you‘re so eager to be a father to children who aren‘t even yours! You really are something


    else!”


    Ste spoke very harshly, and her words touched directly at his raw nerve.


    She could see that Weston‘s face grew darker and darker until she could sense a terrifying coldness


    emanating from him.


    “Get out of my way,” she pushed him aside. “I‘m going home.”


    Weston grabbed her wrist from behind and pulled her back towards him. With his other hand, he lifted up


    her chin, forcing her to look straight into his eyes. Belongs to ? n0velDrama.Org.


    “How many times do I have to tell you that Zachary Ford was not my son?” He could remain rtively


    calm before, but at this point, he could no longer hide his vexation.


    It was clear that in the past three years, he had never crossed Ste‘s mind at all. She had never paid


    any attention to whatever that had been going on around him.


    If she had even cared about him a bit, she wouldn‘t have neglected to contact him at all in the past three


    years, and she would‘ve known what had happened to him.


    Back then, he had publicly revealed Zachary‘s true parentage, and by now, virtually everyone in Ahn City


    knew


    Zachary Ford was Chris Ford‘s son.


    And yet, Ste, the one at the very center of the scandal, was still none the wiser.


    How could he not be angry with her for it?


    Right now, he was not entirely sure if there was more hate or love in his heart. All he knew was that


    every time he looked at that face of hers, he yearned for nothing more than to see some kind of emotion


    on that face.


    Just as it was all those years ago, when all there was in her eyes was him and him alone.


    If that was too much to ask, then he would be content with her hating him, fighting with him... anything


    but the look on her face right now.


    All that was left there was indifference, sarcasm, and almost no emotion , save for a minute trace of


    contempt.