Weston remained silent.
Guinevere relaxed her facial expression. âDid someone tell you something?â
Itâs okay. I know a lifetime is a long time, especially for men, she thought to herself. âIt is perfectly normal to grow new interests, but it doesnât mean he has no feelings for you. We should respect the changes in emotions. I believe that you still care for me the most and put Zack and me as the priority, so I will never put those irrelevant people in mind.â Guinevere squatted down in front of me and put her head on his knees. âWeston, youâll always stay by my side, right?â
In the Stardust Mansion.
Stellaâs eyelids suddenly twitched, and her eyes felt sore. She put down the script in her hands and looked at the time.
More than two hours had passed.
She took out her mobile phone and saw an incoming message from an unknown number. There was an address and a weird sentence in the message, Her gaze intensified. After a while, she put her mobile phone face down.
âWhere are you going, Ms. Steele?â Joan asked when seeing Stella going out. âI will call the chauffeur for you.â âThat wonât be necessary. I am just going for a stroll.â Before Joan could react, Stella grabbed her jacket and left.
âMs. Steele!â Joan chased after her for a while.
Stella thought for a while and stopped. Then, she said, â Iâd like to have garlic noodles tonight. Can you make them for me?â
âDidnât Mr. Ford say that you can eat it only once a week?â
Stella said, âYes. just this once.â
âWellâ¦â Joan was a bit troubled.
âPlease, Iâm craving it,â Stella insisted.
Joan hesitated, but after some consideration, she agreed.
âOkay. You should inform Mr. Ford when you go out, or he will be worried.â
So, it was actually his disguised form of surveillance.
Stella knew that Joan was only doing her job and didnât make things difficult for her.
âI will tell the chauffeur.â
Joan seemed relieved.
The chauffeur, now an old acquaintance of Stella, sent her to the mall and waited for her in the parking lot.
Stella strolled around casually. When it was almost time, she went to the location where they had promised to meet.
Lively music could be heard coming from the exquisitely decorated restaurant.
This place offered good privacy.
Upon entering, Stella was greeted by a receptionist, and she verified her phone number. She was then escorted to the private room.
The interior design was quite unique. There was a jukebox at the center, and the space around it was divided into beehive-like partitions that, although densely packed, were very spacious. The place also had an outstanding view, and the surrounding area could be seen from the inside, making it the perfect spot for public figures to get together.
Stella quickly saw a stylish and elegant woman sitting in a corner. Wearing sunglasses and a limited edition dress, she held a white porcelain tea cup and slowly sipped on it. Evidently, her graceful manner went beyond words.
Hearing the sound of the door, she looked up and nodded at Stella.
âYou are here.â
Stella nodded. She had never expected Wendy to ask her out for tea, and when she read her message, she was a bit perplexed.