There was finally time for a break.
Stella dragged Weston to a corner and looked around surreptitiously.
Upon seeing that no one was around, she asked, âWhat exactly is going on between Henry and Angelina?â Weston let Stella lead him by the hand as they walked to the garden behind the hotel.
All the guests were in the hall, and no one was outside. Naturally, no one could eavesdrop on their conversation.
He looked calmly at Stella. âYou dragged me here in a panic just to ask me that?â
Stella nodded. âI know you wanted to introduce Henry to Angelina , and that lady Faye you two have been talking about resembles Angelina a lot...â
âSince you already know that, what else is there to ask?â
âWhat I want to ask is... what exactly happened between Henry and Faye?â âThat shouldnât be something that you, Mrs. Ford, should be poking your nose in.â Stella furrowed her brows. âAngelina is my friend.â
âSo?â
âI donât care what happened between Henry and Faye, but Faye is Faye and Angelina is Angelina. If you want Angelina to be a replacement for your friendâs sake, I will never agree to it!â Weston didnât say anything in response to Stella. He merely put one hand into his pocket and lifted his other hand.
He wiped the thin layer of sweat on Stellaâs head and said leisurely, âDo you feel very warm? Youâre sweating all over.â
Of course, she did feel warm.
Her gown wasnât as grand and heavy as the wedding gown, and though its minimalistic design made walking around in it easier, it was still sufficiently weighty.
Moreover, she had been walking across the entire hall just now without a break. She did feel somewhat weary.
But Angelina weighed heavily on her mind, and she saw that as more important than her own fatigue.
Stella pondered for a while. âCan you promise me something?â
Westonâs brow arched as he looked at her, signaling her to speak her mind. Stella pursed her lips. âCan you not do that again, trying to introduce Angelina to Henry?â
âYou seem to have some prejudice against Henry,â Weston said with certainty.
Stella remained silent. She wasnât just prejudiced against Weston. She was prejudiced against his entire bunch of friends.
Perhaps Weston was still unaware that they had once studied in the same school.
Although Stellaâs family wasnât as wealthy as theirs, her familyâs financial state was considered relatively comfortable.
Still, it was considered very ordinary compared to the wealthy and prominent families that students of that elite school came from.
Back then, Weston, Guinevere, and Henry were famous in school. She also knew that Henry really liked Guinevere for a period of time.
But because Guinevere was obsessed with chasing after Weston, Henryâs feelings for her were doomed to be one sided.
Even after so many years, it appeared that he still had feelings for Guinevere.
The last time he mistook Angelina for Faye, he was with Guinevere.
If it werenât for Guinevere loving Weston all this while, Henry might have married her a long time ago, and their children might even be old enough to attend school.
He was a man whose heart was enraptured by Guinevere and subsequently taken by Faye. Now, Weston was thinking of involving Angelina.
Stella would never allow him to destroy Angelinaâs life like that.
The sight of Stellaâs solemn face made him laugh mockingly. âWhat status are you talking about, and why use that tone? Are you making a request of me?â He lifted her chin as his eyes turned sharp and cold.
âDid you forget that you tried to run away from the wedding just now? I havenât settled scores with you on that.â Stella stood stunned for a moment before her eyes darted downwards. âIâm sorry. I spoke too hastily.â
Yet, her submissive posture annoyed Weston even further.
âYou care so much for a random friend, even more than your lawfully wedded husband.â
Stella took in a deep breath and suppressed her innermost feelings. âHow do you want me to care for you?â