Weston said to him, âEverything is about a matter of order and appropriateness. Donât you agree?â
Mr. Cohen pondered for a while and agreed with him. âI hope you can show the same confidence on the Fern City project.â
âOf course.â Mr. Cohen breathed a sigh of relief. He was slightly more confident upon Westonâs affirmation. The big project in Fern City was his utmost priority now. He had been keeping an eye on it.
Weston was in charge of the project, which meant the success of the project was likely guaranteed.
The Cohen family was just a business partner, but they would make a lot of money if the project succeeded with a good response. By then, he would basically have a say regarding the Cohen familyâs heir. This was very important to him, so his attitude toward Weston changed a lot.
âGwen will probably hold a grudge against us for todayâs matter⦠She has always listened to you. I hope you can help put in a few words for us and help her understand our reasons.â
âThis is within my responsibility.â Weston never objected, not even once. However, everything played out as he wished.
Mrs. Cohen had mixed feelings. She knew men were only interested in business, but she had a feeling that... Westonâs relationship with Guinevere was different from their imagination.
Weston politely escorted Guinevereâs parents out of the house and into the car.
After they got into the car, Mrs. Cohen took a deep breath and spoke to Mr. Cohen.
ââI feel like itâs all part of his plan... Does he really want to marry Gwen?â âOf course he does. Didnât you see how Chris reacted when we said we werenât going to let Gwen get the marriage license?â Mr.
Cohen laughed and said with some glee, âI knew they wanted us to share the risk with them. This wouldnât do us any good! Anyway, we have to look at the benefits first before agreeing to them.
Understand?â
Mrs. Cohen could not comprehend his reasons. She was just a little worried about Guinevere.â I wonder how Gwen is doing now,â
âSheâs already living in Ford Mansion. What else does she want? Anyway, itâs just a marriage license.
Sheâll get it in a year!â Mr. Cohen cut his wife off impatiently, âDonât talk about this anymore. Gwen will figure it out herself eventually.â
Mrs. Cohen could only sigh.
At the same time, in Guinevereâs room.
Guinevere closed the door as soon as she returned to her room. She leaned against the wall with her eyes closed. After a long time, she suddenly opened her eyes... revealing her scarily bloodshot orbs.
She could barely stay in control and smashed everything to the floor! Sounds of heavy objects hitting the ground came from inside the room, making a series of loud noises. Meanwhile, outside her room.
The maids looked at each other. No one dared to go in, but they were afraid that Guinevere might hurt herself. They did not know what to do.
âMr. Ford...â
A tall figure walked over. The people in the corridor scattered and looked at the handsome man with a cold face. âMr. Ford. Ms. Cohen is inside...â âYou may go down first.â Weston raised his hand and gestured to them to leave. He saw their troubled faces and said, âIâll handle it.â âAlright, sir.â Guinevere heard the sound outside and knew Weston was there. She closed her eyes and let out a soft sob.
âGwen, open up.â The manâs mellow and low voice rang from outside. He sounded calm. Guinevere clenched her fists. She did not hear any hint of guilt or love in his voice. She said throatily, âLeave me alone...â âOkay.â Weston did not insist. He turned and was about to leave.
She opened the door in the next second. Guinevere could not stand the thought of him leaving and rushed out. She hugged his waist tightly and pleaded, âDonât go... Weston, I just wanted you to coax me...â