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Chapter 811
Guinevere didn‘t look too thrilled.
Believing that she would end up getting married to Weston, she had always treated Wendy as her mother–in law.
She had tried to call her “Wendy” before, but Wendy seemed displeased. Guinevere could only call her Madam, just
like the servants in Ford Mansion.
The last thing she expected was for Wendy to allow Ella to address her on a first–name basis.
She clenched her fists but smiled. “I remember that you once announced Ella as your god–daughter,” she blurted
with thinly–veiled irony. “Since she’s your god daughter, why isn‘t she calling you ‘Mom?”
“She can call me whatever she likes.”
Wendy was rather annoyed with Guinevere‘s questions and glanced at her mildly, “What we address each other is a
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtmere formality. Although I treat her as my god daughter, she might very well become my daughter–in law. She‘ll
have plenty of chances to call me ‘Mom‘ in the future!”
It was unclear if Wendy had deliberately said those things
to anger Guinevere, but it made Guinevere‘s face turn dark with displeasure.
She was seething with fury but refused to express it, the internal conflict contorting her face.
Stella didn‘t want to continue staying at the door. She glanced at Weston. “Shall we take Zack in? It‘s rather windy
here.”
Guinevere immediately said, “Give Zack to me. I‘ll carry him in.”
Her strongly defensive actions made it clear that she did not want Ella anywhere near Zack.
Stella shrugged nonchalantly as she looked at Guinevere plucking Zack from Wendy‘s arms as though she was
protecting him from her. She merely wanted to upset Guinevere–in her eyes, Guinevere was nothing but a clown.
“I thought you two wanted to have some alone time. Why did you suddenly come back here?”
Wendy sat back on the couch and instructed the housekeeper to pour a cup of tea for Stella. “This is rose tea from
Damsil City. It nourishes the skin and is known for its detoxifying effects. Try it.”
Stella took the cup from her. The tension in the air had barely eased when Weston
suddenly spoke up.
“We came back because we have something to announce.”
He sat next to Stella with his arm casually placed on the backrest behind her, brandishing an aura of
possessiveness in his posture. “Regarding Ella and my marriage plans...”
“What?»
Guinevere stood up in disbelief and shock. “You‘re marrying Ella?”
Stella was rather taken aback herself as she looked at Weston.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWeston looked back at her and reached out to brush her hair away from her cheeks. “If she is willing to marry me,
that is.”
Dead silence ensued.
Guinevere‘s eyes turned red. “We just broke off our engagement, and here you are, rushing to get married?” She
refused to believe what was happening. She pointed to Stella‘s nose and snapped with pure vitriol, “What exactly
did she do to you to bewitch you like this?”
Given Stella‘s status, she was unfit to even be Weston‘s lover.
How could she, no, how dare she marry Weston?
Extreme fear and hatred pierced through her heart and veins.
Guinevere clenched her fists, her face paling.
At that moment, a wave of emotions and past memories overwhelmed her.
Her head was suddenly racked with intense pain.
Guinevere clutched her forehead; her face strained in pain.
“It hurts... My head hurts...” she whined.
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