My Fabulous Girl Boss

Chapter 982

hapter 982

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.

hapter 983

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?!"

speaking, she turned around and left right

her, so he turned in the opposite

they

but for some unknown reason, he felt she held 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

she did not need her to take care of him. She watched the party in

she headed towards Stella's room and knocked

she called out. "Are you in

came from inside the room. Wendy frowned

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

a long time before Stella

"Mom..." she uttered.

brows knitted, sensing that something

doing in there?" she

just taking a nap. I had to put on some clothes, so it took me a while to open

turned to make way for Wendy and

did not refuse

was full of rooms. The suite was, in fact, the same room they had both used the last time they

like to stay in rooms that others had stayed in before, which was why

also

in, the first thing Wendy noticed was the array of potted plants on the

kinds of things?" she

gifted me a snowrose plant," Stella explained with a smile. "I thought it looked so pretty that I started to get interested

glance at the plants, and her eyes honed

"Isn't that...?"

Wendy's sight and interjected, 'They're all bonsai. If you like, I can pick something

After a while, she turned her gaze from

what oleander looked like. She also knew that

Stella knew all of

hapter 984

her back was soaked with cold

she asked while resolutely putting on a calm

her head. Stella's voice brought her

about how poisonous the oleanders were, she

"That plant over there..."

Crash!

she could finish, a loud noise

women jumped in fright. They hurried to where the noise came from and saw a black figure crashing into the room from outside. The

careful!"

to stop Wendy from getting hit by the flying

her face turned white as a sheet. She stood motionless and stared at the figure lying

windowpane that brought a biting chill into the room as a gust of wind

soon as Stella regained her senses, she quickly called

told Wendy, trying to calm her down. "He

uniform while holding a wrench, so she

you okay?" she asked

moved slightly and groaned before answering.

slowly propped himself up, revealing his large plump

the air conditioner," he explained. "I was installing an overhead unit when I slipped and fell. I was only hanging on a steel wire, and I had no choice

by the glass. He picked up his peaked cap on the floor with shaking

frowned

continue, she had to catch a breath when she felt a sharp pain in

noticed that the man was swaying slightly as he stood, so she asked

"No, no..."

man waved his hands,

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

the broken glass pieces before saying, "You were here for repairs. Accidents happen. Make sure you don’t slip again, and be more careful. Nothing's

"I-I'll be more careful...”

not expect Stella to treat him so kindly. He kept glancing at her several times, but he

hung low and his eyes darting around frantically,

on the sofa as they waited for the bodyguards to come and

grasped at Stella, who

noticed Wendy's blanched face. Beads of sweat rolled down her forehead, and her breathing was

"Mom, what’s wrong?!"

"Quick... grab my medicine!"

lips trembled. She seemed to be in a lot of pain. At first, she was still holding onto Stella's arm

to panic. "Are you

was probably suffering from some underlying disease, so she began searching

at the coffee

so she rushed towards the coffee table and grabbed Wendy’s bag. She reached

do you need?" she

a glass of water and placed it near Wendy's mouth before

hapter 985

the bodyguards and the housekeeper rushed into the

"What happened here?!"

years, and the second he saw Wendy collapse

She asked Wendy,

By now, she had calmed down

it for many years now," she

then turned to the housekeeper. "Don't worry,

goodness..." The housekeeper breathed a sigh of relief. His gaze turned towards the stranger in the room, then frowned and asked

of Wendy's sudden heart attack, but he

boss. I slipped

housekeeper looked around to evaluate the situation. He then looked out the window and glanced at the overalls the plump man was wearing. He now had a rough idea of what had

you came here?" he barked. "And to think that you’ve caused such trouble on such an important

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

that he was especially stern with

the rate they're going, I wonder if they're even qualified for their job! You were paid a lot so you could repair, not break in through the

was already injured, to begin with, and bloodstains still covered his face. Now, the housekeeper's severe admonition distressed him so much that

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255