Guinevere pressed her lips tightly together at the words. Weston remained silent, his face unreadable.
Finally, it was Chris who broke the silence. “It’s Weston’s responsibility to look after Gwen. Weston, sit next to her.” Without a word, Weston stood up and moved to sit beside her. Guinevere, feeling the weight of the room’s gaze, leaned her head on his shoulder. “Am I disturbing you from your work?” she asked quietly.
Weston, always composed, responded with a calm demeanor, “It’s okay.” He remained relaxed, unruffled by the scrutiny around him. Among all present, he was the only one who appeared at ease.
Mrs. Cohen, observing Weston, felt a sense of approval. He was, after all, an ideal son-in-law in terms of background, appearance, and status. There was no one in their social circle who matched him. Weston’s power and influence in Ahn City and Fern City made him an exceptional match for Guinevere. However, Mrs. Cohen couldn’t help but feel frustrated by the delay in their marriage. She knew that such an alliance would benefit the Cohen family immensely, but the delay in formalizing it was a cause for concern.
Mr. Cohen, ever pragmatic, decided it was time to address the elephant in the room. “Since everyone is gathered, let’s get to the point. When will you two get married?”
Although Guinevere and Weston were not officially married yet, their relationship was already viewed as a public commitment.
“The wedding ceremony isn’t urgent,” Chris said. “At the moment, Gwen is still emotionally unstable, so we’re not in a rush. But as for the marriage registration…” He glanced at Weston. “Weston, do you have anything to say?”
Mr. Cohen, sensing the tension, looked sharply at Weston. “Or is there something else on your mind?”
Meanwhile, at the training center, Stella had just arrived, finding Yvonne alone at the front desk. Yvonne was tidying up when she noticed Stella’s arrival.
“You came,” Yvonne said, her voice neutral. Stella nodded and walked toward her. The air between them felt heavy with unspoken words.
After a brief silence, Yvonne finally spoke. “I’ve contacted the other colleagues and students. The school will be closing after this month’s classes. We’ll refund all the refundable fees, but don’t worry—we won’t default on your wages.”
Stella’s smile was faint, tinged with something else. “Did I cause you trouble?” she asked suddenly, her voice softer.
Yvonne was taken aback, not entirely understanding. “What do you mean?” she asked.
Stella, still smiling, her expression tinged with bitterness, continued, “I mean, am I making things difficult for you? Did your family say something to you because of me?”
Yvonne’s lips tightened, and she didn’t respond immediately. The weight of the situation hung in the air. Her family was indeed pressuring her. Lucas had made it clear that he didn’t approve of her association with Stella.
Since the news had spread, no one in her family wanted to support her. They insisted that she find a new job and sever ties with Stella, leaving Yvonne feeling isolated and conflicted.
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