Chapter 1221
Chapter 1221
Weston’s face turned ashen. It was something he could never deny.
“At the time, I didn’t realize how much you meant to me,” he exined. “I was also too conceited, believ
ing that my men would definitely save you no matter what.”
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With a deep frown, he slowly continued, “Guinevere was pregnant back then. It was important to Chris
Ford that she remained stable because if she suddenly remembered everything and exposed the truth,
it would’vepletely destroyed his reputation.”
“I get it now,” Ste’s brows knitted. “So you were
taking everyone into consideration… everyone except me, right?”
Weston seemed all choked up, unable to utter a singleword.
“I see what your love is like now,” Ste got up to her feet. “I’m sorry, but I just can’t bear your kind of lo
ve. Let’s just end things here.”
“Weston,” she added, “I haven’t contacted you in these three years and never told you that I’ve been ali
ve all along because I wanted you to know that I’ve made up my mind. From now on, we’ll just be perfe
ct strangers to one another.”
Once she had coaxed Elias and Emma to sleep, Ste settled down on the couch in the living room an
d just sat there, lost in her thoughts.
Miguel, who had just returned from work, took a seat beside
her and asked, “What’s wrong? It looks like something’s troubling you.”
Ste shook her head silently, not quite willing to confide in him.
Miguel studied her expressions for a while before he got up
and headed towards the fridge. He soon returned with a can of cold beer and pressed it to her face.
“Ah!” Ste cried before turning to Miguel with a scowl. ” What are you doing?”
“I just don’t like seeing you with a long face,” Miguelughed. “You look much prettier when you smile.”
Ste sighed, then decided to tell him everything that had transpired in the past two days.
Miguel just sat there and listened to her in silence without interrupting her with anyments. When sh
e was done, all he asked was a simple question.
“Has your heart softened for him now?”
“What?” Ste jerked her head towards him, visibly surprised by his question. “How has it? Why would
you
think that?”
“I just feel that everything he did made sense,” replied Miguel. “I’m just worried that you might go back t
o him
…”
“All I can think of now,” said Ste, “is how things never had to turn out the way they did at all. There w
ere so many things we could’ve avoided, but how did everything turn out this bad?”
She just could not help thinking that Weston and herself were like oil and water–
they were simply ipatible. Right now, every time she saw him, all she could think of was all the suf
fering and pain she had endured in the past.
It did not matter how he exined himself. No matter what, all that pain he’d caused her was real.
Ste simply couldn’t get over this fact.
“Perhaps he just didn’t love you enough,” Miguel stated bluntly. “If he really did love you, then he’d neve
“Maybe you’re right,” Ste chuckled. She took the cold. can of beer from Miguel and gulped it down. “It’
She thought of how forlorn Weston looked as he stared at her before she left.
“Is there really no chance for us at all?” he asked her.
“No,” Ste heard herself tell him in an icy voice. “It doesn’t matter what really happened in the past. The
suffering can never be erased.”
Love should’ve inspired them to be better; it should’ve been a source of joy, not something that reminde
Even now, when Ste closed her eyes, she could still see the look on Weston’s face.
He looked utterly crushed and despondent. The light in his eyes gradually dimmed till all that was left wa
“Yeah,” Ste concluded with clear conviction. “That’s right. It’s all because there wasn’t enough love be
“Yeah,” Miguel echoed. “It’s because you don’t love each other enough. He doesn’t love you enough, an