Roger finally decided to swallow his words.
Anger boiled in his heart. He really did not want to go abroad under the sponsorship of Westonâs company.
But he knew that Stella would be distraught if he told her his true thoughts. Left with little choice, he could only hide his true feelings deep inside.
In the private room. Guinevere shrugged off her coat and sat opposite Weston. She smiled and said, âThis is our first official date after I gave birth. What a day to remember.â Weston browsed through the menu and handed it to her.â See what youâd like to eat.â
He had never been warm or emotional toward her.
Guinevere had long been used to his temperament, and though her smile waned a little, it did little to douse her excitement. âI heard that this restaurant serves great caviar, and coincidentally, itâs currently the caviar season. Shall we give it a try?â
âYou decide.â
Guinevere nodded and placed her order. She suddenly remembered something. âIs there something youâd like to eat?â
She never knew Westonâs taste preferences. The last time she cooked for him, she had no idea if it was to his liking, though he finished the meal.
Westonâs tone was mild. âAnything is fine.â Guinevereâs eyes shifted; her enthusiasm slightly doused.
âThen Iâll order a portion of steak.â
After she placed the order, both of them fell silent with nothing else to talk about. Guinevere tried to search for a common topic. âHave you been very busy at work recently? I heard my parents say the western suburb project is progressing very quickly. Do take care of your health.â Weston nodded, his mouth glued as he continued reading the documents in his hands. Guinevere complained in a well-
measured coquettishness, âYouâre on a date with me, but your mind is still on your work. Isnât that a bit too much?â
Weston put down the documents in his hand. âWhat do you want to talk about?â
Guinevere cupped her chin in her palms. âThis movie of mine is almost donât filming. Iâll have some time after the promotional period. I heard thereâd be a break period after this phase of the project is over.
Shall we go on a holiday?â
Weston placed his hands on the table, his fingers lightly tapping on the surface. His eyes were deep and dark as usual, and his thoughts unfathomable to others.
Guinevere felt inexplicably uneasy, being stared at by him in that way. âIs something the matter?â
âNothing, I just think that perhaps you might not have the time.â
âHow could that be?â Guinevere countered with a smile.â Iâll especially carve out time for the holiday. As long as you have the time, we can set off anytime!â
âIs that so?â Weston picked up his cup and sipped on it.
His movement revealed his wristwatch , the one that he had been wearing a long time ago. Guinevere remembered the watch , the one Wendy had given him during his coming-of-age celebration.
Weston might look nonchalant about many things, but he merely chose to hide his thoughts in his heart.
That thought made her gaze soften affectionately.
She believed that she would have a place in the heart of such a sentimental man.
âWeston, do you have anything to say to me?â Guinevere said tenderly, âIf you are unable to make time from work, itâs fine. I can wait for you. We donât need to go on a holiday immediately.â
Weston remained silent as he stared at the cup in his hands.
His long fingers tapped on the glass. âI thought youâd be busy figuring out how to make life difficult for others in the crew.â
The smile on Guinevereâs face disappeared in a flash.â What do you mean? I donât understand.â
âI thought that youâd be busy spending all your time thinking about how to deal with other people and wouldnât have the energy for anything else,â Weston repeated, something that he rarely did.