Perhaps, he really thought that she was willing to be Zackâs stepmother , which made him keep kissing that soft flesh on her tummy when he went wild last night.
Stella was so lost in her own thoughts that she didnât even notice when Warren left the table.
Wendy fed Zack his bottle and asked Stella, âElla, why arenât you eating? Is the food not to your liking?â
Stella snapped back to attention. âNo, it tastes very good She resumed eating her breakfast.
Wendy was keen enough to spot the hickeys on Stellaâs neck.
Although Stella tried very hard to hide the marks, they were still evident as she moved.
Wendy herself had been passionately in love with Chris before and naturally could understand what things were like between her and Weston. She smirked to herself but didnât say anything further.
A while later.
The housekeeper came in and whispered something into Wendyâs cars.
Wendyâs face changed. âWhy is she here?â
The housekeeper simply stood at the side and remained silent.
Wendy sighed. âLet her in.â
Stella was already done with her breakfast, and she turned to look at Wendy. âWhoâs here?â
Before Wendy could respond to Stella, Guinevere walked in and said, âIâm here to see Zackâ¦â
She was holding onto many bags and looked completely different from yesterday. She was back to being the glamorous and stunning Guinevere.
âI didnât interrupt anything, did I?â She asked smilingly.
Her servants behind her were carrying many more bags.â Just place them anywhere.â
âYes, Ms. Cohen.â
She instructed them so naturally as if the place were her own house.
Wendy shook the milk bottle before feeding Zack again.
Guinevere walked to the dining table and finally noticed Stella sitting there. She halted in her footsteps and asked with her brows furrowed. âWhat are you doing here?â
Stella looked back at her calmly, âWhatâs that got to do with you?â
Guinevere pursed her lips, looking clearly upset.
She shut her eyes and tried to compose herself. She forced a smile on her face and sat opposite Wendy. âZack is my son, after all. Itâs completely acceptable for me to come over and visit himâ¦â
With that, she looked at Stella challengingly, âNo mother on this earth would ever forget about her own child, right?â
Stella lowered her head and pursed her lips into a smile.
It was a bitter smile.
Indeed, no mother on this earth would ever forget about her own child.
She lifted her head, a mocking smile still plastered on her face. âSince you canât forget your own child, why donât you bring him back and take care of him yourself?â
Her words only made the atmosphere in the dining room colder and tenser.
Wendyâs hands shook a little as she lifted her head and looked at both women.
Even Zack lifted his tiny fists, sucking hard on the bottle while staring at both women facing off against each other. Guinevere said defensively, âZack isnât just my child. Heâs also Westonâs child. Of course, I canât be so selfish and make him follow me.â
Stella smiled noncommittally.
The look of nonchalance on Stellaâs face only made the fire in Guinevereâs heart burn wilder. âAre you trying to insinuate that Iâm using Zack to get closer to Weston?â
Stella burst out into peals of laughter. âNo one accused you of that, Ms. Cohen. Youâre letting your imagination run wild!â
âYouâ¦â
Guinevere stood up abruptly, âToday might be your day, but donât think you can be all haughty just because you stay in the Ford Mansion now!â
Before she was done, the housekeeper suddenly said, â Mr. Ford is backâ¦â in a small voice.
The door opened, and Weston walked in calmly, dressed in a sharp, smart suit.
âWhatâs with the racket?â
He walked toward Stella, and with his gaze unwavering, bent down to wipe the corners of her lips.
âWhy didnât you just sleep in?â