Chapter 100: Chapter 100

Weston looked at her with a natural expression like there was nothing unusual. Guinevere slowly let go of his hand and calmed down a little. “Where did you go last night? I couldn’t reach you at all.”

“I was busy. I didn’t check my phone, ” Weston answered faintly. He had no intent to explain himself.

Guinevere’s eyes flickered. She followed him into his office.

She watched as the man sat down at the desk calmly. At last, she could not help but ask, “Don’t you have anything to tell me?”

Weston graciously opened his file and looked at it. “What questions do you have in mind?”

Guinevere took a deep breath. “Where were you last night?” “At a social meeting.” “Where was it?”

“Lowe Garden.” He wasn’t hiding anything at all, but his honesty still stunned Guinevere. After a while, she asked sadly, “Do you have anything else to tell me?” Weston put the document down and looked straight at her. “If you have something to say, just say it.”

Guinevere slowly walked up to him and sat across from him. “Were you with another woman last night?”

It was difficult question for Guinevere to ask this-she had her pride and dignity. She never cared for the women around Weston and felt that no one could shake her position. Unfortunately, ever since Stella came long, her confidence had wavered.

The mere presence of an unrelated person could frantically worry her. She even ran to Weston’s company to question him.

She knew Weston hated these the most, but she could not win against her insecurities. She became the kind of woman that men hated the most-controlling and overpossessive.

Weston did not answer her question directly. He curled his lips. “Who told you?”

Guinevere pursed her lips tightly. Her pretty face looked a little lost at that moment. “That’s not the point. Is it true?”

“It’s true.” Weston answered her question unhesitatingly. “I was with a woman.”

Guinevere did not expect him to admit it so openly.

At first, she thought Weston would lie. She would rather him fool her than be so honest…

“Why? Didn’t you say to forget the past? Didn’t you say we’ll start over?”

The man tapped his finger on the table. His face remained indifferent to her accusation.”

You’re already staying in the Ford Mansion and bore Zachary. Now, everyone thinks you’re Mrs. Ford.

What more do you want?”

Guinevere trembled violently. She stood up suddenly and declared, looking into the man’s eyes, “I want your love!” “I want us to be like we used to be,” she expounded.

Weston stared at her as if she was a stranger.

After a while, he slowly pulled away from the hand on his arm. “We have always been like this. You forgot.”

“Guinevere, think carefully. How different are we now?”

After that, he pushed her hand away and got up. He walked to the window and lit a cigarette. As the white smoke loomed around him, his tall and strong back appeared more lonely than before.

He had everything He stood on the top of the building, overlooking everyone under him. He was already at the top of the pyramid, way above the imagination of anyone. He had the resources and status that most people could never even dream of.