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Stella came to the balcony. It was rare for her to take the initiative to hug him from behind. “When did you come over? Why didn‘t you go in?”

Weston stiffened for a moment. He flicked the dust off the cigarette and watched the light of the burning cigarette between his fingers.

The white smoke rose and made his features look more distinct.

Stella looked down at the cigarette and asked, “Why are you smoking again?”

She rubbed her face against his broad back and ran her hand along the firm line on his muscular arm. She touched the cigarette between his fingers and asked, “I thought you‘d quit smoking.”

Some time ago, she had found out that Weston had stopped smoking. She wondered why he had started smoking again.

Weston straightened up and pulled his arm back. He wanted to put out the cigarette, but Stella stopped him.

“Don‘t…” Stella saw his intention and said, “Don‘t put it out yet. I want to try it too.”

Weston‘s action paused. He glanced down at her and raised his eyebrows. “You want to try?”

“Yeah.” Stella nodded. “I‘ve never smoked before…”

She leaned into his firm arms and stayed in his embrace. Weston had always enjoyed having her in his arms. He loved the feeling of having her in his embrace.

He watched as the wind messed up her hair, and he tidied her messy hair with one hand. “Smoking isn‘t good. You shouldn‘t do it.”

Stella was upset. She looked up and rested her chin on his shoulder. “Didn‘t you just smoke too? Why do you get to smoke, but I don‘t…”

Weston let out a low laugh. He pinched her nose and said, “I‘m not smoking. I only lit it.”

In a few days, Stella would be fit enough to conceive. Then, they would not have to take any safety measures. If they were lucky,

she might get pregnant with his child.

It might be a slim chance, but Weston wanted to see her smile again, so he was willing to give it a shot.

He was preparing to get her pregnant, so he would not smoke. However, he would light one whenever he was in a bad mood.

Stella grimaced at his explanation . “What a waste. You‘re not smoking, but you’re just lighting it… Why don’t you let me try?”

There was a light twinkle in her eyes. She seemed very keen to try.

Weston stood up straight and stared at her for a few moments.” Do you really want to try?”

“Yeah.” Stella nodded. “Anyway, you‘ve taught me a lot of things

like playing pool, tying Windsor knots, drinking…”

She looked into his eyes and said, “It‘s just one more thing.”

He seemed convinced. A certain indescribable emotion rose in him.

He was the one who had taught her everything and nurtured her with all his heart. As a man, this sense of accomplishment was very rewarding.

“Only this time.” Weston let go of her hair and put the cigarette to her mouth. “You can try it once in a while, but you can‘t smoke.”

“I know.” Stella inched closer. “I‘m just curious…”

When her father was still alive, he loved to smoke. Her mother had always fought with him because of this.

Her father was good at everything and devoted to the family; smoking was his only flaw.

When Stella was still a child, she saw her father secretly smoking and became curious. ‘Are cigarettes that good? Why are there so many people addicted to it?‘

As she thought of that, she took a deep puff without hesitation.

“Cough! Cough! Cough!”

She ended up choking herself and coughed so hard that her eyes were teary. She looked pitiful with her slightly red eyes.

Weston chuckled at her. His deep laughter resounded from his

chest with a numbing vibration.

He put out the cigarette and slowly gazed down at her, then he gently wiped away the tears on the corner of her eyes and asked, “Do you still want to try? Hm?”

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Stella heard a little teasing in his tone.

She shook her head and looked at him with displeasure. “Didn‘t you say you were going to teach me? You just left me to try on my own. You didn‘t teach me at all…”

Weston smiled and looked at her with an incredibly gentle look.

“You‘re even laughing at me!”

Stella thought he was laughing at her and reached out to cover his eyes. She tiptoed, but she was still not tall enough to reach him.

All she could do was stare at him with a slight annoyance.

“Weston!” she complained.

“Do you really want to smoke?” Weston looked down at her and stroked her hair to soothe her.

Stella nodded and frowned slightly. “Anyway, I didn‘t feel anything just now. I only tasted the bitter smoke. There‘s nothing nice about it at all…”

She looked puzzled and asked, “Why do you all like to smoke something that tastes so bad?”

Weston did not say anything. Instead, he took a cigarette and put it in her mouth. “When I light it later, you take a drag.”

Stella nodded and said, “I know that much…”

Weston gave her a doubtful look. He took out his lighter and sparked the lighter, making a clicking sound.

The blue flame rose and cast some light on their faces. Stella moved closer to the lighter and watched the smoke twist as the cigarette burned. She took a deep puff.

“Slow down, or you‘ll get dizzy.” Weston instructed her, “Inhale, then slowly exhale.”

Stella did as he said and spat it out a little. It was still not a good experience, but it was better than choking. Stella took the first drag of her life in between breaths.

“How do you feel?” Weston played with the lighter in his hands. He looked at her with his deep and affectionate gaze. “Is it the same as your expectation?“.

Stella quickly shook her head. “It’s completely different.”

She breathed a sigh. “I thought I‘d feel good smoking.” Whenever she looked at the smokers smoking with a blissful look, she thought they were high on the cigarette.

Weston sighed and let out a laugh. “What‘s with all the strange thoughts in your head all day?”

Stella put out the cigarette and threw it in the trash. “It‘s totally different from my expectation. I‘d rather not smoke.”

“Yeah.” Weston took her hand and wiped the ash from her fingertips. “It‘s not a good thing to smoke. Don‘t smoke anymore.”

He hesitated a little and added, “It‘s bad for the baby.”

Dead silence loomed over them after he finished his sentence. The silence stayed for a moment.

Stella paled instantly. Everything she had wanted to say was stuck in her throat. She could not say a word.

Why did Weston say that? He knew very well that she could never have a baby again.

“Stella…” Weston was distressed to see her silence.

Before he could say anything, Stella interrupted him.

“By the way, you were here earlier. Why didn‘t you go to the ward to see me?” Stella changed the subject.

Weston looked at her with a serious expression and sighed inaudibly. “I wanted to give you two some space.”

Stella smiled, but the warmth in her smile seemed to have lessened. “You‘re very considerate.”

Weston hugged her. “Did you tell him the wedding date?”

“Yes, but he doesn‘t want to come.”

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Sensing the tightening grip around her waist, Stella added, “But it’s fine. We just won’t invite him then.” “Don’t invite him?” Weston suddenly let go of her. “Mm-hmm,” Stella nodded. Looking into his eyes, she said, “If he’s adamant in disapproving of our marriage, then we’ll just not invite him to the wedding. He might cause some trouble if he attends, so I think it’s best we send him back abroad, where he’ll focus on his studies.” “…are you sure?” Weston’s brows furrowed gently He knew better than anyone else how devoted the two siblings were to each other. Sure, they might not be blood-related, but he acutely sensed Roger’s passionate feelings… feelings that might indicate more than brotherly love. Nevertheless, based on what he knew about Stella, Roger was still the most important person in her life. “We will get married come what may,” Stella assured him with a smile. “What’s important right now is that he’s safe and sound. I’m not worried about the rest. I don’t want our moment of happiness to be ruined just because he…” Before she could finish speaking, she was pulled into his arms in a tight embrace. He hugged her so fiercely that she felt like her ribs were being crushed. Stella’s eyes flickered. Her expression turned cold and stony when her face was hidden from his view.

Though she still wrapped her arms around him. She would never let him figure out that she and Roger were not biologically related, much less tell him that Roger had.. feelings for her. Weston was a possessive man as it was, and if he ever found out the truth about Roger, Stella shuddered to think what he could do to him. The best course of action right now, therefore, was to send Roger away. As long as he could live a somewhat healthy and normal life abroad, Stella was content and dared not ask for much else. “I hear your wedding dress is ready.” Weston told her stiffly when he finally let go of her. “When are you going to try it out?” he asked, running his hand through her hair. “Didn’t you say it’s going to be a simple wedding?” Stella frowned. “Yes.” He pinched her nose. “It will be a simple wedding, but it still shouldn’t lack anything that a wedding needs.” Weston then sent her off to the car so she could try on the wedding dress while he himself headed toward Roger’s ward. Roger had just pushed the blanket aside and was trying to get out of bed when he heard the door open. His instant hunch was that it was Stella who had returned again, so he sulkily muttered, “Didn’t you say you don’t want to see me anymore?” “She does indeed not want to see you right now.” It was Weston’s voice. His tall figure strode into the room shortly afterward.

“I heard you plan on skipping my wedding,” he stated. Roger straightened up his posture and turned around to face the man. “So it’s you.” Weston walked up to Roger and placed the invitation card on the bedside table. “You are my fiance’s brother,” he said, “so I owe you the courtesy of inviting you to our wedding, though it’ll be up to you whether or not you decide to attend.” “Don’t worry,” Roger sneered. “I will absolutely not attend. There’s no need for you to act all smug and cocky here, either. It’s just a wedding, after all. Nowadays, people get divorced all the time anyway “Besides… you both have already gotten divorced once, haven’t you?” When Roger saw Weston’s face darkening, his heart was momentarily filled with the joy of revenge. It was all short-lived, however, because Weston’s expressions reverted to their initial nonchalance in no time. “I can assure you that that will be our last divorce,” he said. He tapped his finger on the invitation card on the table and added,” Even if you don’t get to see our wedding, I will make sure that you’ll see a detailed recording of it.” Blood drained from Roger’s face. A sharp pain spread from his heart to the rest of his body.

“So what if you marry her again?!” he persisted, “I’m still the man who has always been by her side and will always be by her side for the rest of her life!” He clenched his teeth and continued, “Who knows what will happen in the future? There’s no guarantee that your marriage will last forever! But I’m different! I will always be with her, and that is an undeniable fact!” Weston burst into laughter in Roger’s face. His laugh was full of contempt, as though he pitied Roger for not knowing his own worth. He then walked up to Roger and patted his shoulder. “Stella is mine,” he declared, his voice ruthless. “That is the real, undeniable fact. A fact that no one dares to question.”

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“It looks like you really don’t want to marry him…” Warren sighed. “But that’s probably a good thing. You won’t be too upset when you hear where he was two days ago.” Stella was speechless for a few seconds before she asked, “… What are you talking about?” “A few days ago,” Warren slowly explained while studying her expressions, “Weston went to see Guinevere. Nothing surprising about that, of course, considering they’ve known each other since childhood and were sweethearts for many years. In fact, it was only expected that Weston would visit her after what she had been through.” Warren examined Stella’s expressions. When he noticed that she seemed unperturbed, he smiled and added, “But you don’t have any desire to be with him anyway, am I right? In that case, I’m sure the news didn’t upset you at all.” “There’s nothing to be upset about,” said Stella. Her lips curled into a smile, but her eyes were devoid of joy. “Everything’s just as I expected.” Sitting across Warren, she picked up her cup of tea, raised it to her lips, and took a small sip. “He will always prioritize Guinevere Cohen above everything else,” she continued. “I realized that long ago. He will never give her up.” Warren could tell she was thinking of how Weston chose Guinevere when the kidnappers asked him to choose between Guinevere and Stella. “Actually,” he argued, “just because he chose Guinevere didn’t necessarily mean that he prioritized her. In fact, under that circumstance…” He stopped himself short the moment he caught himself trying to defend Weston. It was a knee-jerk reaction. He was Weston’s grandfather, after all. But it would be best to let Stella keep misunderstanding Weston. That way, everything would go according to plan. Stella and Weston were from two completely different worlds anyway. They were never meant to be together. If Stella suddenly understood Weston’s true feelings for her, she might not be willing to leave him voluntarily. With that in mind, Warren sighed and added, “I know he’s treated you awfully in the past… Is it true that you were pregnant at the time?” Stella’s eyes flickered. “Mm-hmm,” she replied tersely.

“You’ve mentioned that you can never get pregnant again because of that incident. Is that true?” The regret and sympathy in the old man’s voice only managed to reopen Stella’s old wounds, and all those excruciating memories came flooding back into her mind. Stella lowered her eyes to avoid his eye contact. She was no longer in the mood to talk. “All I want to know,” she said in a flat voice,”is whether I can really run away on the wedding day, and if I do, will Weston find me again?” “Don’t worry,” he assured her. “As long as you keep to the plan, everything will go smoothly.” He then paused and hesitated before adding, “There’s only one thing I need to ask you.” “What is it?” “We both know that Guinevere has done terrible things in the past, but her family has close ties with the Ford family. Besides, she used to be engaged to Weston too. They even have a child together .. so… no matter what, she’s still Zachary’s mother…” “You can get straight to the point,” she interrupted him. She loathed hearing that name he mentioned.

“It’s nothing much, really,” Warren said, stroking his beard. “It’s just that Guinevere has been unstable lately. Even her family doesn’t know how to deal with her, and she’s their only child too. The truth is, Guinevere has asked.. if she could attend your wedding.” Stella was about to pick up the teacup and take a sip, but Warren’s words made her pause. She then burst into peals of laughter “She wants to come to the wedding? Wouldn’t that just worsen her condition?” Stella wasn’t completely clear about Guinevere’s mental state, but she knew that it had always served Guinevere well by being the perfect excuse to get whatever she wanted. She could easily get Weston to go to her whenever she wanted and even use it to guilt trip Stella into letting her attend the wedding “I don’t know what young people like you are thinking,” Warren shook his head. “But in my opinion, I don’t think Guinevere is asking for too much. She even said that all she wanted was to see Weston’s bride walk down the aisle, even if she couldn’t be that bride herself.”. This revelation left a bad taste in Stella’s mouth. Try as she might, she just couldn’t bring herself to agree to it. “Perhaps you should ask Weston about it,” she suggested instead. “After all, it isn’t just my wedding we’re talking about. It’s his wedding too.”

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“Your grandfather’s impression of me isn’t good as it is,” Stella explained patiently. “He might have agreed for us to get married, but I still want to leave a better impression on him… The fact that he asked me to meet him must mean he’s giving me a chance. If I hesitate and bring you along with me, then I’ll never get another chance to get his approval.” “If he gives you any trouble,” Weston replied while stroking her face, “just tell me, and I’ll handle it.” “Okay,” she nodded. “You should probably cover up your neck a little…” Weston said as he adjusted Stella’s collar to hide the bright red hickeys he’d left. “And whose fault is this?!” she scolded him. “I told you to stop this morning, but you wouldn’t listen!” “Alright,” Weston chuckled and massaged the red marks on her skin. “I’ll pick you up this evening.” The manor Warren Ford lived in was a reasonable distance away from the city. When Stella arrived, it was already late afternoon.

Warren had just woken up from his midday nap. Noticing that she was here, he smiled kindly to her and said, “Come in!” Stella nodded. Then she saw a man walking out of the study. It was Chris Ford “He came here to play chess with me,” Warren explained while brewing a fresh pot of tea. “He was just about to leave.” He paused and sighed before continuing, “As you get older, finding a companion who’d spend the day with you gets harder.” Usually, Warren would spend a lot of time with an old friend of his, but even he had a piano shop to look after, so Warren often found himself in unpleasant solitude whenever he felt unwell and lonely It was times like these that Chris Ford became useful again. “What’s so strange about me being here?” he asked. “I’m your son, after all! It’s only natural that I’d be spending time with you!” Chris acted differently when he was with Warren than when he was with Weston. He almost seemed like a petulant child. The truth was, while he often indulged his sons, Warren’s relationship with Weston was rather cold and almost professional in nature. This was due to the high hopes and expectations that he placed in his talented grandson, which had, for better or worse, altered his attitude toward him. But Chris Ford was different. Warren seemed to be aware of this too, which was why he would mostly hand over the crucial tasks in the company to Weston while leaving the most trivial matters to Chris. It wasn’t merely due to their different personalities either. Warren clearly saw the potential that Weston displayed to achieve great things. Warren picked up the pawn in the chess box and tossed it at Chris. “Save your breath!” he barked. With a laugh, Chris caught the pawn in his hand and complained, “Oh, so you’re kicking me out now that she’s here, are you?” “Get out!” Warren yelled, though still flashing a smile. As Chris walked past Stella, he stopped beside her and gave her a strange look. “Not bad!” he sneered. “I’ve really underestimated you!” Stella looked ahead and ignored him, having no desire to take his words to heart Once Chris was gone, Warren and Stella were the only two people left in the tea room. He told her to take a seat and poured her a cup of Pu Er tea. “Actually,” she suddenly spoke up after a long silence, “I don’t really like tea that much.” “I know,” Warren replied, smiling. “In a few days, you’ll finally be able to escape this life you hate so much.” Daily New Latest Chapters Stella searched the old man’s face. “Does that mean… you would still fulfill the promise you made me?” she asked “Of course,” he responded. There was not the slightest change in his expression. “You getting married to Weston is the last thing we want.” “But you haven’t even done anything so far,” she argued with a frown. “Are you sure that I’ll be able to escape on the wedding day?” Warren picked up his teacup, took a sip, and slowly placed it back down. “Do you remember? my instruction to keep the wedding as simple as possible?” he asked. Stella nodded.

“I hear your wedding party will be held near a cliff by the sea; is that correct?” Stella thought about it for a while before answering, “I guess so She had not been paying much attention to the details since she never wanted to get married to Weston in the first place.

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“It looks like you really don’t want to marry him.” Warren sighed. “But that’s probably a good thing. You won’t be too upset when you hear where he was two days ago.” Stella was speechless for a few seconds before she asked, “… What are you talking about?” “A few days ago,” Warren slowly explained while studying her expressions, “Weston went to see Guinevere. Nothing surprising about that, of course, considering they’ve known each other since childhood and were sweethearts for many years. In fact, it was only expected that Weston would visit her after what she had been through.” Warren examined Stella’s expressions. When he noticed that she seemed unperturbed, he smiled and added, “But you don’t have any desire to be with him anyway, am I right? In that case, I’m sure the news didn’t upset you at all.” “There’s nothing to be upset about,” said Stella. Her lips curled into a smile, but her eyes were devoid of joy. “Everything’s just as I expected.” Sitting across Warren, she picked up her cup of tea, raised it to her lips, and took a small sip. “He will always prioritize Guinevere Cohen above everything else,” she continued. “I realized that long ago. He will never give her up.” Warren could tell she was thinking of how Weston chose Guinevere when the kidnappers asked him to choose between Guinevere and Stella. “Actually,” he argued, “just because he chose Guinevere didn’t necessarily mean that he prioritized her. In fact, under that circumstance…” He stopped himself short the moment he caught himself trying to defend Weston. It was a knee-jerk reaction. He was Weston’s grandfather, after all. But it would be best to let Stella keep misunderstanding Weston. That way, everything would go according to plan. Stella and Weston were from two completely different worlds anyway. They were never meant to be together. If Stella suddenly understood Weston’s true feelings for her, she might not be willing to leave him voluntarily. With that in mind, Warren sighed and added, “I know he’s treated you awfully in the past… Is it true that you were pregnant at the time?” Stella’s eyes flickered. “Mm-hmm,” she replied tersely.

“You’ve mentioned that you can never get pregnant again because of that incident. Is that true?” The regret and sympathy in the old man’s voice only managed to reopen Stella’s old wounds, and all those excruciating memories came flooding back into her mind. Stella lowered her eyes to avoid his eye contact. She was no longer in the mood to talk. “All I want to know,” she said in a flat voice, “is whether I can really run away on the wedding day, and if I do, will Weston find me again?” “Don’t worry,” he assured her. “As long as you keep to the plan, everything will go smoothly.” He then paused and hesitated before adding, “There’s only one thing I need to ask you.” “What is it?” “We both know that Guinevere has done terrible things in the past, but her family has close ties with the Ford family. Besides, she used to be engaged to Weston too. They even have a child together … so… no matter what, she’s still Zachary’s mother…” “You can get straight to the point,” she interrupted him. She loathed hearing that name he mentioned.

“It’s nothing much, really,” Warren said, stroking his beard. “It’s just that Guinevere has been unstable lately. Even her family doesn’t know how to deal with her, and she’s their only child too. The truth is, Guinevere has asked… if she could attend your wedding.” Stella was about to pick up the teacup and take a sip, but Warren’s words made her pause. She then burst into peals of laughter “She wants to come to the wedding? Wouldn’t that just worsen her condition? Stella wasn’t completely clear about Guinevere’s mental state, but she knew that it had always served Guinevere well by being the perfect excuse to get whatever she wanted. She could easily get Weston to go to her whenever she wanted and even use it to guilt trip Stella into letting her attend the wedding. “I don’t know what young people like you are thinking,” Warren shook his head. “But in my opinion, I don’t think Guinevere is asking for too much. She even said that all she wanted was to see Weston’s bride walk down the aisle, even if she couldn’t be that bride herself.”. This revelation left a bad taste in Stella’s mouth. Try as she might, she just couldn’t bring herself to agree to it. “Perhaps you should ask Weston about it,

” she suggested instead. “After all, it isn’t just my wedding we’re talking about. It’s his wedding too.”

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Despite what she said, Stella had a hunch that Weston would never agree to such an outrageous request. Besides, their troubled past had been the talk of the town–everybody knew of the horrible things Guinevere had done to Stella in the past. What would they think if they found out that Guinevere was invited to the wedding?

They would all mock Stella, for sure.

She knew that whatever feeling Weston had for her was not true love and that it was just a short–lived infatuation, at most. But even so, she was sure that he wouldn‘t agree to something that would cause her so much embarrassment…

Warren smiled. There was an inexplicable trace of sympathy in that smile.

“Then how about I call him right now,” he suggested , looking straight at Stella. “And ask him if he would let Guinevere come to the wedding?”

Stella merely nodded. What else could she do?

“If he agrees, then I have no further objection.”

Warren then got his phone and called Weston, who quickly answered it.

Stella stayed silent as they spoke.

“Weston,” Warren softly began while stroking his beard. “How is everything going at work?”

There was no ambient noise from Weston‘s end of the line. He was probably in his office.

“Everything‘s going well, Grandpa.”

“Good,” Warren nodded with contentment. “I can rest easy now that Ford Corporation is in your hands.”

He paused, then asked, “How‘s the preparation for your wedding with Ella?”

“Everything‘s ready.”

“I hope you won‘t be in such a rush that something goes wrong when the day comes.”

“Absolutely not, Grandpa. Everything‘s under control.”

“Good.”

Weston glanced at the clock on the office wall.

“I have a meeting in a few minutes, Grandpa. To what do I owe this pleasure?”

Warren laughed.

“You are perceptive as always! Yes, I do indeed have a specific reason for calling.”

He glanced at Stella and saw her sipping her tea, completely calm and composed.

Warren looked away and went straight to the point. “You‘ve probably heard of what‘s been going on in the Cohen family … Guinevere hasn‘t been very well, and she only has one wish: to

attend your wedding. Her family assured me she would not cause trouble this time.”

Weston frowned. “I don‘t think that would be appropriate,” he quickly replied.

Stella sighed in relief as soon as she heard him. Then she caught her reaction and found it amusing. She never wanted to marry Weston anyway, and she knew there was no way this wedding would happen, so why did it bother her so much that Guinevere wanted to be there? Why should she care?

Perhaps Weston had been treating her very well lately, which made her warm up to him a little.

“I understand,” Warren replied, completely unsurprised by Weston‘s reply. “It‘s perfectly normal to be concerned about this, but you must remember that the Cohen family has been our important ally for many years. I can‘t just refuse her parents‘ request outright, you see…”

“Besides,” Warren persisted, “their family had relented to so much at this point. How can we refuse their one simple request?”

“Grandpa,” Weston interjected somberly. “This is not a simple request. It‘s my wedding.

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Ben was already waiting for Weston in the office with a stack of documents in hand, ready to accompany him to the meeting, when he was signalled to wait outside as Weston continued his phone call.

“I don‘t think this is up for discussion, Grandpa. If the Cohen family still insists, let them come straight to me.”

“Weston,” Warren sighed. “I completely understand you. If I were in your shoes, I wouldn‘t agree to it myself … but regardless of everything that‘s happened, Guinevere is still Zack‘s mother. No matter how much resentment you harbor for each other, we must never do anything that could sever our ties with the Cohens, do you understand? Besides…”

Warren paused and turned to look at Stella before adding, “All the gossip and news of your scandals have turned our family into a laughing stock. We‘ll have to maintain our reputation this time. We‘ll just let Guinevere attend the wedding, that‘s all. We‘ll make sure that she stays in a secret corner that no reporters would ever find.”

Weston fell silent for a long while. He stared at a spot on the wall, where a dull, throbbing pain nudged his temples. He closed his eyes. He knew his grandfather very well. He knew that if he didn‘t agree with him now, he would simply find other ways to get what he wanted. He might even drag Stella in…

That was the last thing Weston wanted to happen.

“Okay,” he replied after some consideration. “But you must keep her in a quiet corner. Stella must never know that she‘s there.”

Stella clearly heard each and every word.

Warren turned to her and saw an “I knew this would happen” look written across her face.

Stella said nothing. Her face turned exceedingly pale and she clenched her fists, which had been resting on her knees.

He agreed? He actually agreed to such an absurd request?!

Warren revelled in her reactions. He was satisfied now. This was just as he had planned.

He had always known that Stella never wanted to marry Weston in the first place, but he feared that she might still hesitate to leave Weston‘s side completely.

What if she suddenly changed her mind and decided she wanted to be with him?

Warren would never let that happen. That was why he had to make Stella understand that Weston would never completely give Guinevere up or refuse her requests.

He wanted her to realize that, although the marriage between Weston and Guinevere was now canceled, the bond between them still existed, and Guinevere would forever be a part of Weston‘s life no matter what.

Warren believed that being the smart woman she was, Stella understood that such a life would never make her happy.

He had to extinguish even the slightest trace of feelings that Stella had for Weston.

“Is there anything else, Grandpa?”

Weston was completely unaware of the happenings at the other end of the line.

“No,” Warren replied, pleased that he got what he wanted. “You can go to your meeting now.”

The call then ended.

“Mr. Ford.” Ben walked into the office and handed Weston the day‘s schedule.

As Weston went through it, he told Ben, “Add Guinevere Cohen‘s name to the wedding guestlist.”

“What?” Ben was startled. He couldn‘t believe what he had just heard.

“She said she wants to attend the wedding,” explained Weston.” So I‘ll grant her wish.”

“But…” Ben was perplexed. Knowing about the turmoil brewing between Weston, Stella, and Guinevere, wouldn‘t it be ridiculous for Guinevere to attend the wedding?

Then he thought of the phone call just now…

“Was it Mr. Warren‘s request?” Ben asked.

There could only be one explanation for this. Guinevere was probably so desperate that she forced her parents to ask for Mr. Warren Ford‘s help as he was the only one who could pressure

Weston into doing something.

Weston made no reply, but his silence was clear enough for Ben to guess what was happening.

Ben sighed.

“But wouldn‘t this be unfair to Mrs. Ford?”

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Weston frowned.

“We’ll keep it a secret from her for the time being,” he said.

“But even if no one tells her,” argued Ben, “she‘ll still find out when she sees Guinevere Cohen at the wedding.”

Weston knew that too, of course.

“I won‘t let her be there,” he said coldly.

“But didn‘t you just promise Mr. Warren that you‘d let her attend?”

“I did,” Weston replied. “I promised that I would let her attend. However, whether she attends or not is her problem.”

Ben fell silent for a moment before he finally responded . “You don‘t mean that you‘ll…”

“It‘s a long journey from her house to the wedding location,” Weston explained. “It‘ll be unsurprising if an accident were to happen on the way.”

Ben‘s mouth was agape when he finally understood Weston‘s plan.

“That is a clever plan indeed…” he marveled.

Not only would it appease Mr. Warren Ford and pacify the Cohen family, but it would also teach Guinevere a lesson for daring to make such an outrageous request.

Weston had managed to kill not two but three birds with one stone!

Stella had been in a grim mood ever since she returned from Warren‘s manor.

She knew that no matter what happened, Guinevere would always hold a special place in Weston‘s heart. What shocked her, however, was how overly confident she was of herself. If Weston could agree to such an absurd request, it must mean that he did, at the very least, care about what she felt!

Even if she had any doubts about running away during the wedding, they were all quelled now. She knew one thing for sure –she had to run away and escape Weston, no matter what.

Guinevere would never give up on Weston, and Weston didn‘t seem to be so resolute in his rejection of her. If he could agree to let her come to their wedding, Stella could tell that once his infatuation for her had worn off, he would just let Guinevere do whatever she liked to her.

When Weston finally got back to their apartment, Stella was already cooking in the kitchen. Warmth and delectable aroma filled the house.

Weston paused and watched the petite woman busy at work in the kitchen. The scene reminded him of the early days of their marriage…

Back then, Stella would often work hard in the kitchen, just as she was doing now. She would make sure that the food was precisely to Weston‘s taste, closely observing his preferences and how he liked the food. He was the entire world to her, where nothing and no one else mattered. Her eyes shone with unconditional love for him.

At present, Stella‘s mind was full of troubling thoughts while she was cooking that she didn‘t even notice Weston coming in. Just when she was about to put the last ingredient into the pot, a pair of robust arms suddenly wrapped her waist…

“What are you doing?”

Stella‘s body stiffened when she heard the voice. It was the same voice that agreed to let Guinevere attend the wedding earlier that day.

He would forever be compromising whenever it came to Guinevere, wouldn‘t he?

“Weston…” she hesitatingly began. She was stirring the soup in the pot with a wooden spoon, but her eyes were vacant and distant.

“Where were you the day Roger was sent to the hospital ?” she finally plucked up her courage to ask.

She never should‘ve been bothered with this, but stil…

She quietly sneered at herself.

Weston rested his chin on her shoulder. He seemed perfectly calm as he playfully nibbled her ear lobe.

“I had some business to attend to,” he replied. “Why do you ask?”

“What kind of business?” she asked again, insistent on getting a definite answer.

She then turned down the heat to low and turned around to look at him before continuing, “I remember that you were gone for a long time that day. Was it something serious?”

He swept her hair behind her ears and stroked her face. “Why do you ask all of a sudden, hmm?”

Mr. Ford Is Jealous Chapter 900 Weston‘s fingers wandered across Stella‘s face, caressing her smooth skin.

Stella looked up at him. She had intended to ask him the question, but her tongue was tied as soon as she opened her mouth.

If he really wanted her to know the truth, he would‘ve told her by now, yet he would avoid the questions and kept responding with vague, evasive answers. That, in itself, was already an answer, wasn’t it?

They would just go on as they did when their relationship was still a secret. Since he didn‘t want to answer, she would just stop asking. There was no need to disrupt the fragile peace between them.

“Nothing,” Stella leaned her head against his shoulder and gently hugged him. “It‘s just that I can‘t believe we‘re really getting married…”

Her eyes were icy cold as she spoke.

She had always been forced to give in to Guinevere‘s requests. Back then, she had had to endure Guinevere’s assaults quietly without the power to retaliate. Yet, even after asking for her hand in marriage, Weston still agreed to such a request he knew would upset Stella a lot…

Perhaps she should confront him, Stella thought. Perhaps she should ask him why he would ever let Guinevere attend their wedding.

But what should she have expected of him?

Should she expect him to ignore the long–standing relationship between the Ford and Cohen families, to ignore his own grandfather‘s plea? Should she forsake the resulting loss they might have to endure if they upset the Cohen family? All because of her?

No. She didn‘t need to expect any of that. She never intended to marry him anyway. The wedding was never supposed to happen anyway, so why should it matter to her if Guinevere was invited ?

There was no need to trouble herself with this.

In the end, Stella didn‘t manage to finish making her soup.

For some reason, Weston‘s sexual appetite had gotten more voracious lately. Naturally, he wanted to do it with Stella at all times and at every place in the house.

She was forced to hold on to his neck to keep her body from sliding down to the floor.

“If we don‘t stop now, the soup will be burnt!” she pleaded to him.

“Weston!” she cried in exasperation, desperate to keep her mind clear. “Stop…”

“You can cook it again.” Weston‘s raw passion was still burning. “Let‘s continue,” he croaked as his hand reached down Stella‘s body.

“No…” Stella closed her eyes.

Her body used to reject him, but Weston had somehow found a way to turn her on. All he needed to do was be gentle and patient with her; her body would warm up to him, and she would melt under his fingers. After that, everything would go smoothly.

Weston supported her weight so she wouldn‘t fall to the floor. Then he swept her hair away from her sweaty face, leaned down, and kissed her forehead.

“Turns out the only reason your body rejected me was that I didn‘t stimulate you enough, huh?”

He emphasized the word “stimulate” as he spoke, his lips still glistening with the moisture of some fluid.

Stella blushed deeply. She couldn‘t bring herself to look at him like that.

In the end, neither of them ended up eating the soup.

It had been a long time since Joan had last come to the apartment. Stella loved Joan‘s cooking and still missed her food very much.

However, they rarely let anybody else in after moving into the apartment. Stella would cook and clean up the place herself whenever she had the time, giving the place an especially homely feel.

The day after tomorrow would be their wedding day.

Weston had taken a few days off to be with Stella when she

tried on her wedding dresses. Everything was ready now, except for one last step.