Chapter 374

Guinevere‘s eyes turned gloomy when she saw the familiar car through the rearview
mirror.

Her hands were still on the steering wheel, and her fingertips were white.

She did not know how long it took. She saw the man in a black trench coat get out of the car and stride
to her car.

No matter how many years had passed, her heart could not help but flutter every time she saw Weston
walking toward her like this. How could she let go of such a man?

She could never let go.

There was a knock on the car window. Weston had walked up to her.

“Guinevere, get out of the car.”

It was still running heavily, but his voice was clear.

Guinevere opened the car door. Her eyes were red.

Before she could react, he grabbed her and dragged her out of the driver‘s seat.

“Are you crazy?”

She covered her ears and shouted, “Why are you here to control me?” “Weren‘t you doing this to force
me to come to you?” He pressed her against the car door to sober her up a bit.

Guinevere was still wearing the white suit she wore to the hospital, and it was now soaked with rain.

With her hair stuck to her cheeks, she looked more like a female ghost who had crawled out of hell.



Her eyes were full of sorrow. “It was our wedding anniversary yesterday. I accept that we cannot get
married, but why couldn‘t you stay by my side?” “I told you—I had an emergency.” “What kind of
emergency was that? I have already sent Belle away, so what kind of emergency can you have?”

Guinevere seemed to be having a nervous breakdown and kept mumbling, “I have gotten rid of all those
women. Why can‘t you stay by my side? Why?”

She looked like she had gone crazy.

His face was cold, and he gave a signal to Ben, who was holding the umbrella. Ben immediately
understood and opened the trunk of the Maserati.

Sure enough, he found Belle tied up in the trunk. His face was grave, and he looked at Weston. “Mr.
Ford, what should we do now?” “Send her to the hospital to check for injuries.”

“No! Why should we send her to the hospital?” Guinevere hurriedly blocked in front of them.“ She
deserves it! Even if I kill her today, it is her fate!” Weston suddenly felt that he could not see through the
woman in front of him. They grew up together, but he had probably never paid much attention to her
before. From the very beginning, he only regarded her as a friend he grew up with, just like Henry. He
also never thought that Guinevere would one day become what she was now. The rain was very heavy.
He actually wanted to smoke for a moment. He smirked sarcastically. “Do you really want to become a
murderer?”

Perhaps the word irritated her. She could not help but think of the time she and Stella were kidnapped,
and the kidnappers...

But Stella was the one who wanted to jump off the building. What did she have to do with it?

Meanwhile, Belle... Who made her so arrogant! How dare she want Weston!


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