Guinevere couldnât feel a single ounce of warmth and asked tearfully, âWere you that superficial when you hugged Stella?â
âDonât mention her name again.â
âWhy canât I?â Guinevere wiped away the tears on her face and looked up at him.
âTo you, her name is taboo. Is it because you donât want to hear her name or because you donât dare to?â¦.because your heart aches each time you think about her, doesnât it?â
She suddenly spoke right into his heart. âDo you regret choosing me when you had to choose between us?â
So what if Weston did choose her back then? He might have come to regret it now.
Weston grabbed her arms and pushed her away. He lowered his head and looked right into her eyes, âOr, you might have gotten it all wrong. I didnât choose anyone back then. Long before things blew up, I had already made arrangements downstairs . Those kidnappers wouldnât have been able to bring Stella away.â
âWhat do you mean by that?â
Guinevereâs eyes trembled. âDo you mean that youâve never given up on her? Back then, you only chose me because of circumstances?â
She had never considered this possibility, and she felt her head buzz. Suddenly, she laughed wildly.
âTurns out that thatâs the truthâ¦you chose me just so that they would lower their guard? Youâve already arranged things such that they would never be able to take Stella away, right?â
âHahahaha!â
Guinevere laughed crazily, âSo, thatâs it. Iâve been imagining things all alongâ¦â
She had thought that she was important to Weston, which was why he chose her.
Stella probably thought that, too, which was why she lost all hope and was willing to die alongside the kidnappers.
None of them were willing to believe that Weston cared for Stella.
Guinevere wiped away her tears, âBut, so what? She thought the same as I did till the point of her death. She didnât believe you; she didnât believe that you would save her, so she chose to jump off the balcony!â
âWeston Ford. Sheâs dead. So what if you have feelings for her? Sheâs already dead, and sheâs never coming back! Iâm the only one left for you!â
She looked into his icy gaze, and her heart turned bitter. She rubbed her temples and said, âWestonâ¦I feel terribleâ¦â
Weston reached out to hold her steady, âGwenâ¦â
At the Ford Corporationâs office building.
An ambulance was waiting downstairs.
Many employees witnessed Weston carrying Guinevere and walking out In the secretaryâs office.
Daisy had just ended a call when she saw Weston, his face dark and surrounded by a cold aura. He was carrying Guinevere and heading out. She stood stunned for a moment before snapping back to attention. âMr. Ford, do you need any help?â
Weston walked right past her. âDonât block the way.â
Daisy stood around awkwardly.
Afterward, she saw Ben walking anxiously over, asking, âMr. Sullivan, whatâs going on?â
Ben didnât turn to look at her but instead hurried out with his phone at his ear, âTake care of things in the office. Ms. Cohen just fainted, and Mr. Ford is sending her to the hospital. Push back all of todayâs meetings!â
âAll right, Mr. Sullivanâ¦â
Overwhelmed , Daisy looked at them walk away as mixed feelings grew in her heart.
She thought that she had grown closer to Weston after what happened, but to her surprise, things hadnât changed at all, and Weston had continued communicating with her strictly on a professional basis.
Daisy stumbled back to her desk, still in a daze.