Weston could have easily avoided the slap if he wanted to, but he didn’t flinch. He simply stood there, bracing himself for the impact.
Maybe it was the look in Weston’s eyes that made Chris hesitate, his gaze shifting away in discomfort.
“I didn’t mean for it to happen back then—you know that! This is the only solution. Do you really want to destroy everything we’ve built? If you don’t want to marry Guinevere, just wait a few years and divorce her. Why do you have to do this now?”
Chris’ voice cracked as he spoke, as though his heart was breaking.
“Immature?” Weston nearly laughed, as if he had just heard the most ridiculous thing. He stepped forward and moved slowly to Chris’ side, patting him on the shoulder. “How is asking my fiancée to take a psychological test immature? Or do you have a better idea for how to handle my marriage?”
Chris’ face turned pale with fury as he glared at Weston. “Do you really have to speak to me like that? What do I need to do to make you listen?”
Weston suddenly withdrew his hand, his eyes hardening with coldness. “It’s simple. Just promise me one thing.”
It was as if Chris already knew what was coming, his eyes turning hostile. Sure enough, Weston’s next words confirmed it.
“I want someone.”
Chris clenched his fists in a tight grip, his face twisting in understanding. “I knew it! Who do you want? The old Weston would never have done this.”
Weston said nothing, only staring at him silently.
Chris inhaled deeply and asked, “You’ve made your decision, haven’t you? Do you realize what this will do to the Cohen family?”
“This isn’t my concern anymore, Father,” Weston replied coldly.
Chris froze, startled by his son’s words. He took a step back, exhaled slowly, and pointed toward the office door. “Go in now and bring Guinevere out to me. No matter what happens from here on out, I’ll help you explain it to your mother and the Cohen family.”
A faint grin appeared on Weston’s face. “I hope you keep your word.”
Inside the office,
The moment Weston stepped back into the room, Guinevere immediately stood up and rushed over to him. “What did he say?”
“Nothing.” His face remained emotionless as he glanced at Dr. Quirk. “Is it over?”
Dr. Quirk shook his head. “The situation is more complicated than I thought—”
Before he could continue, Weston cut him off. “If that’s the case, let’s call it a day.”
Dr. Quirk jumped to his feet, shocked. “So you’re not going to continue?”
Weston said nothing, his gaze turning to Guinevere. Her eyes lit up with hope. “We can leave?”
“Yes. Let’s go,” Weston replied, his voice low and firm.
Later,
Stella had enjoyed a few peaceful days, her life seeming free of the tension Weston had once brought. He hadn’t appeared again, and it almost felt like the threats he had made to her were nothing more than a nightmare.
Meanwhile, Justin had been actively pursuing her. After their heart-to-heart conversation the previous night, their relationship had grown closer.
It was time to clock out. Stella sighed in relief as she read the words on her phone.
But then, her phone rang, and she froze in shock. It was an unknown number.
She stood up abruptly, knocking over the water on the table.
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