The other man did not expect he would really do it and fell limp in fear.
âI-Iâll tell you!â
He said warily, âWe know her. She gave us money to take that woman away.â
âYouâre lying!â Guinevere rushed to him and shouted emotionally,â Youâre slandering me!â After saying that, she looked at Weston again. âWeston, donât believe them. I really didnât do it. Theyâre slandering me!â
Weston looked at her indifferently. There was no warmth in his eyes at all. âIf you donât know them, why would they slander you?â
Guinevere pressed her lips and was at a loss for words.â You suspect me and think Iâm targeting Ella?â
Weston pulled his collar. It was his habitual action when he was irritated. âItâs not a suspicion.â
He stared at her. âItâs a certainty.â
Guinevere widened her eyes and laughed bitterly. âSince you have already declared me guilty, what else can I say?â She suddenly stepped forward and grabbed the manâs wrist. With a choking voice, she said, âYouâve changed⦠Weston, you wouldnât have done this before. There is no evidence of anything, so why are you so eager to return a verdict? Do you care about that woman that much?â
Weston shook off her hand. âStay here until it is over.â
After saying that, he turned around and was ready to leave.
Guinevere called out to him. âAre you trying to place me under house arrest?â
All she got in response was the manâs leaving back view.
When Stella woke up, she found herself in an unfamiliar room.
She sat up with a jolt. Thinking that she was still in that dark basement, she subconsciously pulled the blanket off herself and wanted to leave.
The next second, she fell into a warm embrace.
A low crisp voice came from above her head. âIâm here. Where are you going?â Stella was instantly relieved. Her stiff body relaxed, and she leaned on his arms. âI thought Iâ¦â
She did not finish what she had wanted to say and shut her mouth. When she surveyed her surroundings and found that she was in a ward, her mind cleared up a bit.
Remembering what had happened earlier , Stellaâs eyes darkened. She looked at Weston. âThank you for saving me.â
Weston turned on the lights, and the room was brightly lit.
He looked at her. âIf you really want to thank me, then donât say it.â She lay in the bed and closed her eyes with a pained expression on her face. He frowned and sat beside her. He helped her up and asked, âWhatâs wrong? Are you feeling unwell somewhere?â She shook her head and said, âI am just a bit dizzy.â
He massaged the back of her head. âYou got hit with a stick here. There is some bruising, but luckily, there will not be any complications. Anyway, you will feel dizzy, so just bear with it for a while.â
She nodded.
Weston checked on her wound again. After making sure that the bandages were secure, he took her into his arms again.
He rested his chin on her head and sighed. âStella, do you know how long youâve slept?â She did not wake up from last night until the next afternoon.
He lifted her chin and made her look into his eyes. âDonât run away from home again.â
âI wasnât running away,â Stella frowned and said automatically.
She had really wanted to leave him, but she didnât dare to say it.
After all, he had just saved her.
Weston knew what she wanted to say but he did not reply. He put his thumbs against her cheek and rubbed them slowly. âHow can I rest assured if you cannot even take care of yourself? Donât ever act rashly again.â