Chapter 218

They had agreed to be with each other for a year. Throughout this period, she had to behave like how
she had before. Although Stella knew she couldn’t entirely play the exact woman she was, and Weston
knew they couldn’t go back to the way things were, he would still take it if she was ready to put on an
act. “Nothing. I’m simply curious. You appeared pressed while answering the phone earlier.” She knew
how to silence him by bringing up topics he doesn’t want to discuss. Weston understood that she knew
the call earlier was about Guinevere, and she had deliberately brought it up because she didn’t want
him to continue any further. The man smiled. In fact, instead of showing any anger, he even caressed
her head. “You’re bold now.”

It was the second time he had said that about her.

She propped up her chin with her hands and turned to the window. . As they passed by a road, she
suddenly laughed out loud. “What are you laughing about?” He stared at her through the front mirror.
She pursed her lips and shook her head. “Do you remember this road? It was here that you left me and
drove away,” Stella said.

The moment her heard what she said, he immediately slammed on the brakes. The car came to an
abrupt halt in the middle of the road. It was a little dark, and the emotions on the man’s face were
hardly legible. After a quiet moment, he lit up a cigarette and took a long drag. “You haven’t forgotten
about the past.” Stella wasn’t one to hold a grudge, but from her words, she seemed to still hold one
against him.

She stared at him blankly as he smoked. The glowing fag swayed between his long, thin fingers, letting
out a stream of white smoke that made his looks much more endearing than before. He had a habit of
dressing in dark colors, making it difficult for anyone to discern what he was thinking The old her liked
to guess what he was thinking. Now, she knew how to mess with his emotions.





She recalled the memories and said with a smile, “I couldn’t forget even if I wanted to. I walked back
home alone that day. Such an experience doesn’t happen every day.” She was lying through her teeth.

He could clearly tell. After leaving her there and driving away, he had actually called Xavier to take her
home. He didn’t know why he didn’t do it on his own.

Perhaps it was because they were arguing at the time and no one wanted to apologize first, or he didn’t
want her to realize that he had no other options.

Now, she had learned how to clinch the past and deal with him slowly.

He could see right through her intentions-she was attempting to guilt-trip him into doing whatever she
wanted.

She was like a new player on the block that was trying to play mind games with him, but yet, he saw
right through her.

Nonetheless, he wasn’t proud that he could see through her attempts at a charade.

Weston would’ve preferred not to understand her-he would rather be oblivious to the fact that she held
no affection for him, and that her every word and action was calculated.

She wasn’t planning to defraud him of his money. She wanted to leave him.

He stepped hard on the gas pedal. Stella’s entire body flung backward into the seat, unprepared for the
abrupt action. The expression on his face was of a furious boar, and this left her perplexed.


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