âHe probably wants to know who Iâve met, what Iâve done, what Iâve saidâ¦â
Yvonne frowned and remarked, âThis guy sounds like aâ¦â
She wanted to say a pervert, but she didnât wish to frighten Stella.
Stella , however, had long known how deranged Weston could become, and she knew precisely what Yvonne was thinking.
âHe has always been a pervert.â Stella shook her head.
Yvonne sighed.
âWhy exactly do you think heâs doing this?â she asked.
Thousands of women out there would be more than willing to be with him, so why did he have to force Ella to be his lover? And why even go to the creepy extent of sending people to follow her around?
âDo you think heâs worried that youâd run away?â
âWhere am I supposed to run to?â Stella found the thought amusing. âHeâs probably just doing this to show he owns me.â
Nonetheless, Yvonne was still worried that Guinevere might do something to Ella.
âDoes Guinevere know that he forced you to be with him?â
âRather than believing that I was forced to be with him,â Stella massaged the throbbing headache she was having on her forehead, âI think sheâd rather prefer to believe that I wanted to stay with him. The thought of Weston Ford forcing another woman to be with him might be insulting and humiliating to her.â
âYouâre probably right,â Yvonne responded. âHer pride would never let her admit that Weston might fall in love with someone elseâ¦â
It had been a long time since they had a chance to chat, so it was natural that they would talk about their respective partners. But it was obvious that Stella no longer wanted to talk about Weston, so Yvonne changed the topic to her husband, Lucas.
âHeâs been really good to me lately,â she said, scooping a spoonful of custard into her mouth. âYou remember how I caught him having dinner with another woman, donât you? Well, it turns out that she really was just his patient. I guess I just get a little too jealous sometimesâ¦â
âThatâs unsurprising,â Stella nodded. âHe doesnât seem like the guy who would cheat on you.â âYeah,â
Yvonne agreed wholeheartedly. âWeâve known each other since we were little, and heâs only ever been interested in me.â
âYou mean you guys were childhood sweethearts?â
âI guess you can say that,â Yvonne giggled. âHeâs actually the son of my familyâs driver. We practically grew up together. Heâs always been a quiet introvert.â
Stella never knew that they had come from such different backgrounds.
âHow did you guys end up together?â she asked.
âBecause heâs so handsome?!â Yvonne gushed, her tone implying how obvious the answer should have been to Stella. âHeâs the best-looking guy among all the kids that I grew up with. We went to the same elementary school, high school, and even the same university, and he was still the guy that appealed to me the most! Iâve always been following him around, so it was natural that weâd end up together.â
Yvonne had never questioned any of this. To her, Lucas had always belonged to her, and there had never been a shred of doubt in her mind about it. She was also certain that Lucas would never be interested in other women. She was his only one, and she was a hundred percent sure of it.
The only reason she blew up in anger when she saw him with another woman was her habit of being possessive of him. Even though she was fully aware that Lucas would never cheat on her, she couldnât help but be jealous.
âHe must have been treating you like a princess,â Stella observed, a little envious of her friend.
If she hadnât had him wrapped around her finger, she wouldnât have been so quick to lose her temper.
Yvonne was about to say something, but she was suddenly cut off by a voice that sounded very familiar to Stella.
âStellaâ¦? Is that you?â