Chapter 1075

Chapter 1075Chapter 1075 Besides playing the piano, all she ever did was wait for Weston to come home. Now that
he wasn‘t coming home, she was clueless as to how she should spend her time.
As Stella ate, Joan looked at the lonely figure sitting there all by herself and was reminded of that photo
she saw on Moments and couldn‘t help but sigh, feeling incredibly
sorry for Stella.
Stella had been waiting for Weston to come home, yet he was somewhere else enjoying his dinner with
another woman.
Joan had no idea if Weston was planning something secretly, but even so, could he not inform Stella
about it first?
Why would he leave her here all alone with all those thoughts and questions in her head?
Meanwhile, at Golden Eve Apartments, Guinevere had just taken the photo and posted it to her circle of
friends when she noticed Weston getting up and leaving.
She quickly put her phone away and rushed towards him.
“Are you leaving already, Weston?”
The man was wearing his usual white shirt and black trousers that accentuated his wide shoulders , long
legs, and lean body.
“Is there anything else?” he asked, looking up slightly to glance at her. Guinevere went up to him and
rested her hands on the marble table. With a self–deprecating smile, she said, “I asked you to have
dinner with me, and you really just had dinner and nothing else...” “If there‘s nothing else,” he said,
placing his suit jacket on his arm and glancing at the time, “then I’m leaving.”
“You‘re going back to Stella Sealey, aren‘t you?”
By that point, Guinevere knew that things had come so far that there was no point in acting all jealous
toward Stella or causing a scene in front of Weston.
He had promised her, and she knew that he was not the kind of man who broke his promises, so all she
had to do now was patiently wait for him to leave Stella and come back to her.
She knew that, yet she was still foolishly bothered by the fact that he was going back to Stella. As she
expected, she soon saw Weston frown and his voice turned icy cold as he replied, “I thought I‘ve made
myself very clear – as long as she is still not completely let off the hook, then there is absolutely nothing
between
1. us. Nothing at all.” He had only agreed to stay for dinner because she had promised to sign a waiver
and drop the charges against Stella. Guinevere knew this more than anyone else, yet she was still inevitably hurt by it more than anyone
else.
“If it hadn‘t been for her, you wouldn‘t even give me a second look, would you?”
Weston said nothing, but his silence said it all.
“I clearly knew the answer,” Guinevere lamented with pain in her voice. “Yet I still insisted on humiliating
myself by asking you that kind of question... sometimes I just wish that I never loved you so much.”
She had never been the person who wanted to appear vulnerable; in fact, she had always been a little
proud, to the point of arrogance.
Yet now, thanks to Weston, she had become the woman she detested the most in the past.
“Do you remember that it was you who gave me this apartment ...?” She wiped the corners of her
reddening eyes and pretended to be calm and composed. With a smile, she continued , “I‘ve kept it up
meticulously and stayed here every now and then. Every time I remember that you used to live in this
place, my heart fills itself with a sense of belonging.”
“It‘s just a house to me,” Weston touched his brows.
“But to me, it‘s like a home,” Guinevere smiled bitterly.
Back when they were still engaged, they were supposed to be living together, but Weston would always
stay in this apartment instead. This was his personal space, a place he would let no one else in.
Guinevere dreamt that one day, he would invite her to this place. Her wish was eventually fulfilled when
Weston gave her this apartment.
Yet, to her dismay, he ended up never returning ever again after that. Previous Chapter
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