My Fabulous Girl Boss

Chapter 982

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Guinevere originally intended to prevent Stella from getting closer to Zack by building a stronger bond with him. But if she were perfectly honest, she had to admit that she never nearly had the patience to deal with Zack herself.

Thus, the best solution was to let Wendy take Zack.

Hearing Guinevere’s suggestion, Wendy frowned, looked at her derisively, and jeered, "Didn't you tell Father that you wanted to spend more time with Zack so you two could bond? So what happened? Don’t you want to get closer to your son now that Stella is not here?"

Guinevere turned deathly pale. She hung her head low and said nothing, not knowing how to explain herself.

Seeing that, Chris turned to Wendy with some discontent and scolded," Why do you keep embarrassing her like that? You're not young anymore, you know..."

He'd been bringing up her age a lot lately.

"Fine!" Wendy glowered at him. "Just think of me as a nosy old woman! Just continue with whatever you were doing, and don't mind me!"

As she finished speaking, she turned on her heels and left.

Zack became anxious when he saw his granny ignoring him. He stomped his legs and tried to follow Wendy, shouting, "Granny! Granny!"

Wendy, however, pretended not to hear him and quickened her pace.

Chris then had no choice but to tell Guinevere, "You better take Zack out for a while..."

"I know,” replied Guinevere. Then she shrewdly suggested, "You should go after Aunt Wendy now."

Chris took a long and deep look at Guinevere but said nothing before turning around and chasing after Wendy.

In no time, Chris managed to catch up with Wendy in the back garden.

"Come on, Wendy. We're an old couple now. Why do you still get mad over the most trivial things?"

There was some helplessness in his tone, and he had deliberately put on a gentler and calmer demeanor for her.

But Wendy no longer fell for such acts. She coldly pulled her hand away and said, "Guinevere is still over there. Why don't you be with her?"

"You speak as if..." Chris muttered before patiently coaxing his wife. "Even though Weston has completely broken off his relationship with Guinevere, she's still Zack’s mother. Isn’t it completely normal that I'd care for my grandson’s mother? Why would you even be jealous of her?"

"She’s still Zack's mother after all," he added, "so from now on, stop taking Stella's side and embarrassing her..."

"Stella is my real daughter-in-law," Wendy interrupted bluntly. "And she was my goddaughter before that. Why should I take anyone's side but hers?"

"Well..." Chris smiled and added, "If they can get married, then they can get divorced. Having a child together, though, is not the same. Besides, you know how much Father likes Zack..."

"Oh yes," Wendy blurted out, "his father certainly likes him very much." 1

Wendy suddenly gave him a meaningful look.

Chris's heart skipped a beat when he saw her like that, fearing she had somehow seen through him from his expressions, but he quickly

suppressed his suspicions. "If you have something to say, then spit it! If you don’t like me getting so close to Guinevere, I'll keep my distance from her!"

He did indeed feel a little sympathy and affection for Guinevere. It was also true that every time he saw Zack, a barrage of complex feelings would surge in his heart.

But all these were merely regular instinctive reactions.

What concerned him the most, however, was the fact that Weston was no longer with Guinevere, which meant she might regain her memories about the incident...

If that were to happen, everything he had now would collapse into ruins.

Chris had long grown past the age where feelings and passion meant everything. Although he often got tired of Wendy’s antics, he knew very well that there was no way he could leave her.

The corners of Wendy's lips twitched, and she smiled thinly, neither approving nor disapproving of Chris' suggestion.

But Chris knew she was still somewhat angry at him, so he added, "I'll take you downstairs to greet the guests later."

"No," she shook her head. "You go ahead. I’m a little tired. I'm going back to the room."

"Why are you always tired these days?" asked Chris with concern. "Is your heart feeling alright?"

As age caught on, Wendy was diagnosed with heart disease. It was the main reason why Chris was adamant about not letting Weston reveal the truth to Wendy after the incident, lest it might be too much of a shock for her to handle.

But as time passed, the concern Chris had for her gradually waned.

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Things had come to a point where Chris completely neglected her health problems. For instance, the last time Wendy went for a medical checkup, he didn't even ask her any questions about it at all.

The realization made Chris feel a little guilty.

"I’ve been busy lately,” he told Wendy, "so I didn't have much time to take care of you. I promise things will be different from now."

"What exactly have you been busy doing?" Wendy sneered. "Weston has been in charge of the company all this time. In fact, I can’t think of a time when you've been busy lately!"

Chris was left flustered with his lies so mercilessly exposed.

"When did you become so mean?!" he snapped.

The fact that he could never be as talented as Weston had always been his sore spot, and Wendy had so bluntly set it on fire.

"I was only concerned about your health," he said, still feeling a little humiliated, "yet here you are, always so eager to put me down!"

"Why don't you just go back to Guinevere and take care of her?" Wendy scoffed in frustration, turning away from him.

"Why are you always so boorish?" countered Chris, his face turning cold.

"That's right," replied Wendy, "I'm boorish, I'm old, and I'm always moody! Why don’t you just go to a younger girl who will say sweet things to you all day?!"

turned around

chase her, so he

they were

some resentment toward him. He had asked her about it, but she wouldn't say anything. So now, he was left all alone to entertain the guests, despite planning to do it as

was with Guinevere, so she did not need her to take care of him. She watched the party in full swing, suddenly feeling like

a long sigh. Aimlessly, she headed towards Stella's

called out. "Are you

came from inside the

long while, she finally heard Stella's voice saying, "Give me a minute!

time before Stella

"Mom..." she uttered.

knitted, sensing that something

doing in

nap. I had to

to make way for Wendy and offered, "Why

not refuse

third floor of the massive Ford Mansion that was full of rooms. The suite was, in fact, the same room they had both used the last time

didn't like to stay in rooms that others had stayed in

vast, it also came with

she came in, the first thing Wendy noticed was the

those kinds of

with a smile. "I thought it looked so pretty that

swept a glance at the plants, and her eyes honed in

"Isn't that...?"

all bonsai. If you like, I can pick something easy to take care of

a while, she turned her gaze from the plants and

what oleander looked like. She also knew

Stella

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appeared calm and composed, but her back

putting on a calm facade,

Wendy with a shake of her

poisonous the oleanders were,

"That plant over there..."

Crash!

she could finish, a loud noise coming from the window

came from and saw a black figure crashing into the room

careful!"

stop Wendy from getting hit

sheet. She stood motionless and stared at the figure lying on the floor. 'What... What on earth

hole in the windowpane that brought a biting chill into the room

senses, she quickly

workers outside," she told Wendy, trying to calm her down. "He probably fell

holding a

you okay?" she asked

and groaned before

slowly propped himself up, revealing his large plump

unit when I slipped and fell. I was only hanging on a steel wire, and I had no choice but to break the glass window and

on his face from being cut by the glass. He picked up his peaked cap on the

this, Wendy frowned but

said, but before she could continue, she had to catch a breath when she felt a sharp pain in her

stood, so she asked in a gentle voice,

"No, no..."

man waved his

her. "I really didn't mean to break in through the window like that. I'm really sorry. I'll...

and glanced at the broken glass pieces before saying, "You were here for repairs. Accidents happen.

"I-I'll be more careful...”

him so kindly. He kept glancing at her several times, but he didn't

head hung low and his eyes darting around frantically, the hands that

resting on the sofa as they waited for the bodyguards

at Stella, who was beside her, and said, "Stella, get my

sweat rolled down her forehead, and her breathing was

"Mom, what’s wrong?!"

"Quick... grab my medicine!"

breathed laboriously. Her face slowly turned from white to blue, and her lips trembled. She seemed to be in a lot of pain. At first, she

panic. "Are you okay? Where is

was probably suffering from some underlying disease, so

at

table and grabbed Wendy’s bag. She reached inside and took out a white

many do you

of water and placed it near Wendy's mouth before feeding her the

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housekeeper rushed into the room- "What'sthe

"What happened here?!"

second he saw Wendy collapse on the sofa, he hurriedly rushed

Stella. She asked

she had calmed

many years now," she

"Don't worry, I’m fine. Stella has given

of relief. His gaze turned towards the stranger in the room, then frowned and asked sternly," What’s going on

but he came back to his senses upon hearing the

boss. I slipped and fell just

glanced at the overalls

he barked. "And to think that you’ve caused such trouble on such an important occasion... Can you even afford the consequences if something happens to Mrs. Ford and

also his subordinate who was responsible for hiring the maintenance workers there. Thus, if any problem occurred due to the fault of the workers,

he was especially stern with the plump

going, I wonder if they're even qualified for their job!

still covered his

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