Chapter 727

Perhaps, he really thought that she was willing to be Zack’s stepmother , which made him keep kissing
that soft flesh on her tummy when he went wild last night.

Stella was so lost in her own thoughts that she didn’t even notice when Warren left the table.

Wendy fed Zack his bottle and asked Stella, “Ella, why aren’t you eating? Is the food not to your liking?”
Stella snapped back to attention. “No, it tastes very good

She resumed eating her breakfast.

Wendy was keen enough to spot the hickeys on Stella’s neck.

Although Stella tried very hard to hide the marks, they were still evident as she moved.

Wendy herself had been passionately in love with Chris before and naturally could understand what
things were like between her and Weston. She smirked to herself but didn’t say anything further.

A while later.

The housekeeper came in and whispered something into Wendy’s cars.

Wendy’s face changed. “Why is she here?”

The housekeeper simply stood at the side and remained silent.

Wendy sighed. “Let her in.”

Stella was already done with her breakfast, and she turned to look at Wendy. “Who’s here?”

Before Wendy could respond to Stella, Guinevere walked in and said, “I’m here to see Zack…”



She was holding onto many bags and looked completely different from yesterday. She was back to
being the glamorous and stunning Guinevere.

“I didn’t interrupt anything, did I?” She asked smilingly.

Her servants behind her were carrying many more bags.” Just place them anywhere.”

“Yes, Ms. Cohen.”

She instructed them so naturally as if the place were her own house.

Wendy shook the milk bottle before feeding Zack again.

Guinevere walked to the dining table and finally noticed Stella sitting there. She halted in her footsteps
and asked with her brows furrowed. “What are you doing here?”

Stella looked back at her calmly, “What’s that got to do

with you?”



Guinevere pursed her lips, looking clearly upset.

She shut her eyes and tried to compose herself. She forced a smile on her face and sat opposite
Wendy. “Zack is my son, after all. It’s completely acceptable for me to come over and visit him…”

With that, she looked at Stella challengingly, “No mother on this earth would ever forget about her own
child, right?”

Stella lowered her head and pursed her lips into a smile.



It was a bitter smile.

Indeed, no mother on this earth would ever forget about her own child.

She lifted her head, a mocking smile still plastered on her face. “Since you can’t forget your own child,
why don’t you bring him back and take care of him yourself?”

Her words only made the atmosphere in the dining room colder and tenser.

Wendy’s hands shook a little as she lifted her head and looked at both women.

Even Zack lifted his tiny fists, sucking hard on the bottle while staring at both women facing off against
each other. Guinevere said defensively, “Zack isn’t just my child. He’s also Weston’s child. Of course, I
can’t be so selfish and make him follow me.”

Stella smiled noncommittally.

The look of nonchalance on Stella’s face only made the fire in Guinevere’s heart burn wilder. “Are you
trying to insinuate that I’m using Zack to get closer to Weston?”

Stella burst out into peals of laughter. “No one accused you of that, Ms. Cohen. You’re letting your
imagination run wild!”

“You…”

Guinevere stood up abruptly, “Today might be your day, but don’t think you can be all haughty just
because you stay in the Ford Mansion now!”

Before she was done, the housekeeper suddenly said, ” Mr. Ford is back…” in a small voice.

The door opened, and Weston walked in calmly, dressed in a sharp, smart suit.



“What’s with the racket?”

He walked toward Stella, and with his gaze unwavering, bent down to wipe the corners of her lips.
“Why didn’t you just sleep in?”


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