Chapter 41

The air was tense once again. Stella paused for a moment before immediately standing up. With her mouth covered, she rushed out. The moment Stella stood up to leave, Weston’s vision flickered for a moment, but he recovered very quickly. His eyes turned dark as he exuded an even colder and darker aura than before. It was difficult to tell what was going through his mind at that point. The smile faded from Guinevere’s face. Earlier, she felt assured by Weston’s protective stance over her, but now, she had completely lost her appetite. She pulled her napkin off and stood up. “I’m full. I’m heading to the washroom.” As she stood up, the chair behind her was pushed back, and its legs screeched uncomfortable against the floorboards. Weston’s face turned even darker as a cold glint flashed past the depths of his eyes. This time around, Yvonne wasn’t as clueless as before. The fork she had in hand paused right at her mouth, the food hanging in mid-air, “Why do things feel so st