Chapter 389 Indeed, Weston pursed his lip tight upon her words. He simply looked at her without a direct response. Stella shook her head. âThere are some things that you can never give me.â
In Ford Mansionâs backyard.
Chris hung up and didnât dare to turn around and face the woman behind him.
Guinevere said nothing. With a watering can in one hand and the other fiddling with flowers, it was as if she had expected the outcome.
It was winter, and all the plants in the garden had been imported from overseas.
However, perhaps the harsh winter conditions this time caused none of the flowers to be in bloom.
Dr. Hayden Quirk suggested that she keep herself busy by way of distraction. She was officially joining the crew in two days to film her scenes, and she decided to spend whatever free time she had tending the garden. In any case, it was something that she often saw Henry doing.
She wasnât exactly sure whether it really had a positive impact on keeping oneâs emotions in check, but now that she had a go at it herself, she found it to be rather true.
Guinevere heard herself asking Chris calmly, âWhat did he say?â
Chris wore a nasty expression on his face, and he didnât offer Guinevere an immediate response. He had been so cocky before he called Weston, yet his face was now ashen with disappointment after the call.
Guinevere had heard what he said over the phone and knew Weston wouldnât agree to Chris so easily.
The look of anguish on Chrisâ face piqued her interest instead.
Chris collected his thoughts and said guiltily to Guinevere, âSomething cropped up in Fern City, which is why Weston doesnât have time to return. Donât overthink it.â
âIâm not...â
Guinevere put down the watering can. âI know that heâs busy with work. I just want to hear his voice, thatâs all.â
She tried to portray the image of an infatuated, faithful woman, vastly different from the proud and haughty Guinevere of the past.
With a sigh, she said, âIâll be joining the crew in a few days and will probably not be home much to bother you and Wendy...â
âI didnât say that.â âArenât you worried that the more I interact with Wendy, the more Iâll think about things I shouldnât?â
Guinevere suddenly looked at him with a complicated smile. Chrisâ heart leaped with anxiety as chills ran down his spine. âWhat are you thinking about?â In a split second, Guinevere went back to looking lost. âI donât know. Fragments of memories suddenly flashed in my mind...â She bit her lips as her face contorted with pain. âMy head hurts.â She held her forehead and stumbled a few steps forward.
Chris immediately stepped forward and held her, asking with concern, âWhatâs the matter? Are you having another episode? Iâll call Hayden over right now...â âNo need,â Guinevere shook her head weakly.
From the corner of her eye, she spotted Wendy, taking care of Zack upstairs, standing on the balcony, staring at them coldly.
Guinevere suddenly leaned against Chrisâ shoulders, âI feel so dizzy. Let me lean on you, Uncle Chris kept still and let her lean against him, an inexplicable feeling in his heart. He suddenly remembered that he was still in the Ford Mansion and wanted to push her away when he heard her mumble under her breath, âWhen I can I call you Dad...â
Chris retracted the hand he had reached out and pushed her away as conflicting emotions raged within him. âItâs just an address. In my eyes, you are already my daughterâinâlaw.â âIs that so?â Guinevere sneered in her heart. She didnât know who the better actor between Chris and herself was. He called her his daughterâinâlaw and Zack, his good grandson. He didnât seem to consider their current relationship absurd, to say the least.