Mr. Ford Is Jealous

Chapter 377 

The question rattled Guinevere. 

She could not possibly return to Ford Mansion like this. Wendy would certainly be shocked and suspicious if she saw her in this state. Besides, Zack was still in Ford Mansion too, and he would be terrified of her if he saw her in this kind of mess. So where could she go? 

“I... I don‘t know,” she finally answered in a hoarse voice. “Why don‘t you just take me to any hotel nearby? I‘ll get myself a room and spend the night there.” Her feeble voice made Weston frown. He remained silent and drummed his fingers on the steering wheel 

“You‘ll spend the night at the Golden Eve Apartment,” he announced after a long pause as he massaged his temples. Guinevere‘s eyes instantly lit up. She looked at Weston with bewilderment. Golden Eve Apartment was Weston‘s own place outside of Ford Mansion. He had never brought anyone there before. Guinevere had been persuading him to let her stay there with him, but was always refused. 

She had only ever been there once, and that was only because she had taken the initiative to bring her parents there with her, so Weston could not refuse to let her in. But this time, Weston actually suggested bringing her there himself! She had no idea if this meant that Weston was willing to rekindle their relationship one more time, or if it was a sign that they were getting closer. In any case, this came as a complete surprise to her because she had assumed that Weston would be furious after what had happened just now. Guinevere gripped on the blanket tightly, so lost in thought that she did not notice the cold look on Weston‘s face. 

had arrived at the Golden Eve Apartment, Weston let Guinevere get out of the car

out a hand to support her, although he quickly

took in the view of the neighborhood, she sucked it up

long as Weston could be with her all the time, it was still possible to save their relationship. Weston and Guinevere walked on silently. Both of them were drenched in the rain. As they got to Weston‘s place, he stopped and stood at the door. “I‘ll arrange some people to come here and serve you,” he told

him as a realization dawned on her after listening to what he

he merely glanced at her coldly. Silent tension swirled around the air between the

realized then that even though Weston was willing to let her into his apartment,

she asserted, gripping on the hem of her shirt. “I don‘t want

to hug him, but he