Chapter 726: Chapter 728

Nobody expected Weston to appear.

At that time, he should have been working in his office. Yet here he was at the Ford Mansion.

As though he only had eyes for Stella, he made a beeline for her and whispered tender words into her ears, without a single care for Guinevere who was standing right there.

Guinevere mumbled, “Weston…”

She didn’t expect him to return so suddenly. She was still speaking aggressively and fiercely to Stella just a minute ago, and now she was at a loss at how to collect herself.

Wendy was still in a daze as Zack kicked in her arms, yelping, “Ah! Ah!”

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The milk bottle was tilted at an angle such that he could not drink the remainder of the milk.

Wendy snapped back to attention and tilted the bottle so that he could continue drinking. “Weston, why are you back so suddenly?”

Weston sat down next to Stella and said, “I head out just to settle some urgent matters. She’s still here;

I won’t go anywhere.”

His bias was clear for all to see.

Wendy smiled. “You’re treating her like a child. She’s a full-grown adult. Nothing will happen to her.

Why are you so anxious?”

Wendy’s teasing made tears well up in Guinevere’s eyes.

She clenched her fists so hard that her nails dug into the flesh of her palm. A moment later, she exhaled deeply and looked at Weston. “Don’t you have work today?”

It was as if Weston only just realized that she was there. He turned toward her and asked, “You’re free today, too?”

They sounded like old friends, his tone calm as the ocean.

Guinevere’s thoughts were in a wreck.

She was still Weston’s fiancée yesterday , yet today, he had another woman by his side.

She clenched her fists but kept a smile plastered on her face. “It’s so sweet of you to be concerned about my work. Didn’t Ella tell you? The shooting has ended. Next up, I don’t have much else to do during this period and can spend more time with Zack…”

Weston placed his arm around Stella’s waist and caressed her side gently.

He suddenly lowered his head and asked her in a low voice, “Do you want to go over and carry him?”

Stella was confused. “Carry who?”

“Zack.”

Guinevere and Wendy looked at Weston, not fully comprehending what he meant.

Weston looked forward and said calmly, “Don’t you like children?”

Stella finally understood what he meant. The expression on her face remained unchanged. “Isn’t his own mother around? It’s not in my position to carry him.”

Weston glanced at Wendy, his intentions clear as day.

Wendy paused for a moment before chuckling, “Sure, there’s still some milk left. Ella, would you like to try feeding him?” Guinevere stood up immediately. “Let me.”

She didn’t want to see her child in Ella’s arms.

Stella knew that Guinevere wouldn’t let her have her way and remained seated in her chair.

She saw Guinevere clumsily carry Zack in her arms and try to stick the teat into his mouth. Stella wiped the corner of her mouth with a napkin and said, “Seems like Ms. Cohen isn’t very used to carrying her own son. She looks very unfamiliar with him.”

Guinevere’s face turned dark as she inched the teat closer 10 2.ack’s mouth, but Zack simply looked back at her blinkingly, without opening his mouth to take the bottle.

She suppressed the annoyance bubbling in her heart and said softly, “Good boy, drink up, come on.”

Zack scrunched up his face and suddenly cried out loud.“ Wahh…”

Guinevere was utterly embarrassed, and she stuffed the teat into his mouth, “Quick, drink up, and you won’t be hungry anymore.”

She moved so abruptly that Zack accidentally inhaled and choked on the incoming milk. “Ack, ack, ack…”

“Waaa! Waaaaa!!!”

His face turned red as his cries became louder.

Wendy immediately took him over and patted his back.“ All right, all right. Don’t cry…” She kissed his cheeks and looked grudgingly at Guinevere. “Is that how a mother treats her own child? You don’t even know how to feed him properly.”

Guinevere stood where she was and reached out to wipe Zack’s face but was rudely stopped by Wendy. “Enough, don’t provoke him anymore. You might just make him cry again!”

The disdain in her voice stuck out like a sore thumb.

Guinevere suppressed her anger, retracted her hand, and sat down on her chair glumly.