But, so what if heâd fallen in love with her?
His love was ludicrous, to say the least.
He loved her, yet he forced her to do something she didnât want. He loved her, yet he ensnared her in a trap that she would never escape from. He loved her, yet he made her life living hellâ¦
Stella waited till both of them left before coming out of the room.
She thought that Weston didnât see her, but the next moment, she saw Weston suddenly stop in his tracks and turn around Their eyes locked.
Stella was completely stunned, not expecting him to suddenly look over.
Weston remained calm as he fixed his gaze upon her. He retracted his gaze and remained silent as he continued carrying Guinevere into the ward.
In the ward.
Hayden followed behind him into the ward. âThe treatment has taken effect, just that I am still not sure why it suddenly relapsed. My suggestion is to do a thorough check-up and find other physiological reasonsâ¦â
Before he could complete his sentence, Weston cut him off.â Tranquilizers.â
âWhat?â
âGive her a tranquilizer shot,â Weston looked straight into his eyes. âShe is still emotionally unstable.
Calm her down first.â
Hayden didnât expect him to raise such a simple yet violent request. âAlthough tranquilizers can stabilize her for the moment, it wouldnât solve the mental issue. My suggestion is to tackle the root problemâ¦â
Weston looked at him in silence.
His lips were pursed into a thin line. I understand. Iâll get the nurse over to inject a sedative. Mr. Ford, will you be by her side, or do you need a care worker?
âFind a care worker.â Weston glanced at his watch and sat down next to Guinevere. He pulled out his phone and texted Stella.
âWait for me at the parking lot.â
Hayden snuck a few glances at Weston but didnât say anything further as he busied himself with the necessary arrangements as per Westonâs instructions.
Guinevere heard Weston asking for a care worker, and her eyes turned downcast. âArenât you going to stay with me?â
Weston said, âIâll arrange for someone to be with you. Just tell her if you need anything.â
âI donât want anything except for you to be by my sideâ¦â
Weston looked at her silently.
He didnât even need to say much to reject someone. Just one look was enough to establish the cold, hard distance.
Guinevere retracted her hand. âIf Stella were lying on this bed, would you leave just like that?â
Before he gave her an answer, she laughed self-derisively.â Whatâs the point of me asking that? Sheâs already dead. Thereâs no point for me to ask something like thatâ¦â
She had deliberately said those things.
Since Weston put her in such misery, she also wanted to make things difficult for him.
Her mind was set on the thought of Weston being in love with Stella If that were the case, she would use Stella to provoke him.
Weston immediately saw through her intentions but didnât react much. He simply tucked her hands into the covers and asked the nurse to give her the injection.
Guinevere furrowed her brows. A moment later, she shut her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
Weston stood up and left the ward.
In the parking lot.
The driver reported to him that Stella was already in the car.
Weston wasnât in a hurry to head over. Instead, he lit a cigarette.
There werenât many people in the parking lot. His cigarette lit up in the darkness like a solitary star in the night sky.
Puffs of smoke engulfed his handsome face.