Chapter 1075 Besides playing the piano, all she ever did was wait for Weston to come home. Now that he wasnât coming home, she was clueless as to how she should spend her time.
As Stella ate, Joan looked at the lonely figure sitting there all by herself and was reminded of that photo she saw on Moments and couldnât help but sigh, feeling incredibly sorry for Stella.
Stella had been waiting for Weston to come home, yet he was somewhere else enjoying his dinner with another woman.
Joan had no idea if Weston was planning something secretly, but even so, could he not inform Stella about it first?
Why would he leave her here all alone with all those thoughts and questions in her head?
Meanwhile, at Golden Eve Apartments, Guinevere had just taken the photo and posted it to her circle of friends when she noticed Weston getting up and leaving.
She quickly put her phone away and rushed towards him.
âAre you leaving already, Weston?â
The man was wearing his usual white shirt and black trousers that accentuated his wide shoulders , long legs, and lean body.
âIs there anything else?â he asked, looking up slightly to glance at her. Guinevere went up to him and rested her hands on the marble table. With a selfâdeprecating smile, she said, âI asked you to have dinner with me, and you really just had dinner and nothing else...â âIf thereâs nothing else,â he said, placing his suit jacket on his arm and glancing at the time, âthen Iâm leaving.â
âYouâre going back to Stella Sealey, arenât you?â
By that point, Guinevere knew that things had come so far that there was no point in acting all jealous toward Stella or causing a scene in front of Weston.
He had promised her, and she knew that he was not the kind of man who broke his promises, so all she had to do now was patiently wait for him to leave Stella and come back to her.
She knew that, yet she was still foolishly bothered by the fact that he was going back to Stella. As she expected, she soon saw Weston frown and his voice turned icy cold as he replied, âI thought Iâve made myself very clear â as long as she is still not completely let off the hook, then there is absolutely nothing between 1. us. Nothing at all.â He had only agreed to stay for dinner because she had promised to sign a waiver and drop the charges against Stella.
Guinevere knew this more than anyone else, yet she was still inevitably hurt by it more than anyone else.
âIf it hadnât been for her, you wouldnât even give me a second look, would you?â
Weston said nothing, but his silence said it all.
âI clearly knew the answer,â Guinevere lamented with pain in her voice. âYet I still insisted on humiliating myself by asking you that kind of question... sometimes I just wish that I never loved you so much.â
She had never been the person who wanted to appear vulnerable; in fact, she had always been a little proud, to the point of arrogance.
Yet now, thanks to Weston, she had become the woman she detested the most in the past.
âDo you remember that it was you who gave me this apartment ...?â She wiped the corners of her reddening eyes and pretended to be calm and composed. With a smile, she continued , âIâve kept it up meticulously and stayed here every now and then. Every time I remember that you used to live in this place, my heart fills itself with a sense of belonging.â
âItâs just a house to me,â Weston touched his brows.
âBut to me, itâs like a home,â Guinevere smiled bitterly.
Back when they were still engaged, they were supposed to be living together, but Weston would always stay in this apartment instead. This was his personal space, a place he would let no one else in.
Guinevere dreamt that one day, he would invite her to this place. Her wish was eventually fulfilled when Weston gave her this apartment.
Yet, to her dismay, he ended up never returning ever again after that.
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