Chapter 729

Having had enough of the show playing out before her, Stella stood up. “I have something that needs
attending to. Please excuse me.”

She could tell that Guinevere was clearly unfamiliar with caring for Zack and was just putting on a show
of motherly affection.

Just that, to her dismay, the charade was a tragic failure. Although she enjoyed watching Guinevere
make a fool of herself, she didn’t want to waste her time. Weston stood up along with her. At the sight
of both of them leaving, Guinevere subconsciously grabbed Weston’s arm. “Weston…”

She looked at his side profile as her eyes ached with unshed tears. “You previously promised me that
you’d bring Zack and me overseas for a holiday. Will you still keep your promise?” Stella halted in her
footsteps but did not turn back to look.

Her arms were by her side, and her fists clenched up slightly. She stood there for a moment longer
before leaving without so much as looking back.

‘That was between the two of them. Whatever it was, they were Zack’s parents. It was an undeniable
bond between them. She smiled self-derisively. It was precisely because of this bond that Guinevere
had acted so impudently and arrogantly. She would always be Zack’s mother. Just this fact alone was
enough reason for her to stay by Weston’s side forever.

They were also childhood sweethearts and a match made in heaven, to boot. Undoubtedly, the
emotional foundation that had been laid since the beginning fortified their relationship.

For all she knew, a few years later…

Stella pondered about the possibility of them reconciling again a few years later.



In the living room.

Stella had already left, and Wendy glanced at the two of them as she stood up with Zack in her arms.
“Take your time to chat. I’ll take Zack to the courtyard for a stroll.”

“Sure.”

Weston retracted his gaze.

Now that the two were finally alone, Guinevere felt less tense. “Now, even Ella can stay in the Ford
Mansion …” she complained begrudgingly. She released her hand and looked at the man standing
before her. “Weston, do you really intend to be with her?”

Weston unbuttoned his sleeve, his eyes showing not the slightest trace of emotion. “Our engagement
has been called off. It’ll be inappropriate that the two of us bring Zack overseas. If you have other
requests, I can consider making arrangements.”

“…what?”

Guinevere was disappointed . “You mean that you can’t keep your promise?”

“I can,” Weston corrected her. “Just that it won’t be only the two of us.” Guinevere looked down, “Just
as well… I can agree , just that you can’t bring Ella.”

Weston didn’t immediately respond to her. Instead, his lips pursed into a tight, straight line, and his
eyes regained their usual coldness.

A moment later, he tugged at his tie. “She probably doesn’t want to be involved, either.”

Guinevere’s eyes trembled and darkened.



Waves of hatred coursed through her veins, waiting to be unleashed.

Outside the Ford Mansion.

Stella was planning on leaving when a familiar black luxury car stopped right in front of her.

The driver, behaving like her exclusive chauffeur, lowered the windows. “Ms. Steele , President Ford
wants you to wait in the car.”

Stella pondered for a moment before deciding to get into the car.

A while later, Weston walked out of the Ford Mansion.

He opened the door and got in.

Stella didn’t bother looking at him, but she found herself in his embrace the next moment.

Weston lifted her up, parted her legs, and sat her down, straddling his lap. “Did you wait for a long
time? You look pissed.”


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