Chapter 8 

She had heard that Weston randomly married a woman to anger her, but she had never thought anything about it thus far.

Weston grabbed her wrist and slowly pushed her away before making her sit beside him.

"An unimportant person."

Guinevere’s eyes twinkled, and her lips curled up slightly.

"I’m very satisfied with your answer, so I’m giving you a reward."

Having said that, she leaned over, wanting to kiss him.Her red lips were supposedly alluring, but Weston frowned instead.He subtly evaded and caressed her hair.

"You have something on your mouth."

Guinevere was stunned.Shock flashed in her eyes, and then she chuckled.

"It’s just lipstick… Fine, I know that you’re a germaphobe, so I’ll give you your reward after I remove my makeup."

Weston grunted in reply before moving away to get up.He picked up the suit jacket he had casually draped on the back of the sofa and said, "I have something to do.Rest well."

Guinevere leaned into the sofa and gave him a half-hearted smile.

"Where are you going?"

have something to do." She said playfully, "Something to do… What is

just opened

smile on the woman’s face disappeared instantly, and

Outside the ward.

door and turned around, he met a pair

Roger couldn’t believe it.

did he just see? He was breathing heavily with the veins on his neck throbbing as he glared at

that woman?! How could you

roaring out, he raised a fist and threw it

*** 

to

living room made her chest tighten.This place would no longer be

washroom with the pregnancy test kit.She read the instruction manual carefully, afraid of missing out on even a

was probably the most agonizing

stick showed either one or two lines, her phone

ringtone she had set exclusively for Weston sounded rather abrupt

subconsciously hid the

it was just a phone call, she took

"Mr.Ford…"

to the

was short and hurried but carried an indescribable sense of authority.He hung up right after

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