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Chapter 653
Roger finally decided to swallow his words.
Anger boiled in his heart. He really did not want to go abroad under the sponsorship of Weston’s company.
But he knew that Stella would be distraught if he told her his true thoughts. Left with little choice, he could only hide
his true feelings deep inside.
In the private room. Guinevere shrugged off her coat and sat opposite Weston. She smiled and said, “This is our
first official date after I gave birth. What a day to remember.” Weston browsed through the menu and handed it to
her.” See what you’d like to eat.”
He had never been warm or emotional toward her.
Guinevere had long been used to his temperament, and though her smile waned a little, it did little to douse her
excitement. “I heard that this restaurant serves great caviar, and coincidentally, it’s currently the caviar season.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShall we give it a try?”
“You decide.”
Guinevere nodded and placed her order. She suddenly
remembered something. “Is there something you’d like to eat?”
She never knew Weston’s taste preferences. The last time she cooked for him, she had no idea if it was to his liking,
though he finished the meal.
Weston’s tone was mild. “Anything is fine.” Guinevere’s eyes shifted; her enthusiasm slightly doused. “Then I’ll order
a portion of steak.”
After she placed the order, both of them fell silent with nothing else to talk about. Guinevere tried to search for a
common topic. “Have you been very busy at work recently? I heard my parents say the western suburb project is
progressing very quickly. Do take care of your health.” Weston nodded, his mouth glued as he continued reading
the documents in his hands. Guinevere complained in a well-measured coquettishness, “You’re on a date with me,
but your mind is still on your work. Isn’t that a bit too much?”
Weston put down the documents in his hand. “What do you want to talk about?”
Guinevere cupped her chin in her palms. “This movie of mine is almost don’t filming. I’ll have some time after the
promotional period. I heard there’d be a break period after this phase of the project is over. Shall we go on a
holiday?”
Weston placed his hands on the table, his fingers lightly tapping on the surface. His eyes were deep and dark as
usual, and his thoughts unfathomable to others.
Guinevere felt inexplicably uneasy, being stared at by him in that way. “Is something the matter?” “Nothing, I just
think that perhaps you might not have the time.”
“How could that be?” Guinevere countered with a smile.“ I’ll especially carve out time for the holiday. As long as
you have the time, we can set off anytime!”
“Is that so?” Weston picked up his cup and sipped on it.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHis movement revealed his wristwatch , the one that he had been wearing a long time ago. Guinevere
remembered the watch , the one Wendy had
given him during his coming-of-age celebration.
Weston might look nonchalant about many things, but he merely chose to hide his thoughts in his heart.
That thought made her gaze soften affectionately.
She believed that she would have a place in the heart of such a sentimental man.
“Weston, do you have anything to say to me?” Guinevere
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said tenderly, “If you are unable to make time from work, it’s fine. I can wait for you. We don’t need to go on a
holiday immediately.”
Weston remained silent as he stared at the cup in his hands.
His long fingers tapped on the glass. “I thought you’d be busy figuring out how to make life difficult for others in the
crew.”
The smile on Guinevere’s face disappeared in a flash.” What do you mean? I don’t understand.”
“I thought that you’d be busy spending all your time thinking about how to deal with other people and wouldn’t
have the energy for anything else,” Weston repeated, something that he rarely did.