Chapter 956

Guinevere's moods seemed to stabilize significantly after the wedding. She no longer used her mental
state as an excuse to call for Weston whenever she liked.

She stood at the door and calmly swept a glance over Weston.She was polite and friendly and not at all
agitated.

“My grandfather and the rest have been waiting for you inside,” she announced.

“Good kid,” Warren said, patting her shoulder.

He had been feeling bad about how things had turned out for Guinevere lately.

“I'm relieved to see you all well again.”

“It was my fault for being so hysterical in the past,” she replied with a smile.

“I made such a fool of myself, and I know that everyone is terribly worried about me.But I’m changed
now.I won't cause anyone any trouble again...”

She paused and turned to Weston, adding, “I really owe you an apology, Weston.” Weston remained
silent.

He casually draped his suit jacket over his arm, staring straight ahead as if he hadn’t heard a single
word.

Guinevere looked slightly disgruntled , but she tried her best to conceal it.

“Weston!” Warren growled, visibly irritated by his grandson’s attitude.



"Act more like a man! Stop your small mindedness!” Weston merely shifted his gaze toward Zachary.

“You should bring him inside.” Warren almost forgot that the boy had come with them too.

He rushed over to the driver who was holding onto Zachary and took the boy into his arms.

“It's been a while since you last saw your mother,” he said.

“You must miss her a lot!” Annoyance flashed across Guinevere's eyes, but she quickly hid it.

“My baby Zack!” she cried, grinning as Warren handed her son to her.

“Is it true? Did you miss Mommy a lot?” Zachary stared vacantly at the woman in front of him before
suddenly crying out, “Waa!”

“Waaaa! Waa! Granny! Granny...” His cries drew out the people who were inside.

“What's the matter? Who's crying?”

“Is that my great-grandson?” An elderly couple came out to the door and immediately took Zachary
into their arms after briefly greeting Warren.

"What are you two doing here? Why didn't you go inside?”

“Weston, make sure you come over with Gwenlater!” Guinevere turned to Weston shyly and said,
“Zack just kicked me and got the dirt on his shoes on my dress.I think I’d better go change my
clothes.Will you go with me?"

“This is your house,” Weston replied bluntly.

“I'm sure you don't need me to show you the way.” Guinevere smiled , completely unruffled as if she
knew Weston’s response.



“I don’t have any hidden intentions,” she explained.

“I was just worried that you'd be bored without me since you’d be the only young person here…”
Shepaused and added, "If you're not willing to go with me, then it's fine.I’ll go change and come back
shortly.You can chat with my grandparents while you wait.”

She then watched Weston as he left, the mellow smile on her face still plastered on even after he was
gone.

“You’ll be mine one day,” she thought to herself.

“I’ll be patient until the day comes, Weston.I'm in no rush.” Guinevere was calm and composed the
whole time Weston was there.

She had managed not to act up or make a scene.

With his great-grandparents keeping him amused, Zack no longer cried or threw tantrums .In fact, he
was now lying quietly on Warren's lap, drinking from his milk bottle.

“You're turning eighty soon, aren't you, Warren?”

“I'm glad you still remember my birthday!” Warren laughed.

Since he was with his old friends, he had lost his stern countenance and was in a much more jovial
mood.

“ I’m counting on you to show up at the party!” And that was the purpose of his coming here today.

His eightieth birthday party would naturally have to be a big occasion.



It was also an excellent opportunity to reconnect with the bigwigs in Ahn City and mend the Ford
family’s relationship with them.

Weston, too, had caught on to Warren’s intentions .

He drummed his fingers on the sandalwood coffee table.

Guinevere gazed silently at his silhouette, turning a deaf ear to everything else that had been going on
around her.

She had changed into a new dress, something more delicate that was as red as a rose in full bloom.

Too bad that man didn't appreciate all that beauty in front of him.

Guinevere could only helplessly wallow in self-pity.


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