Mr. Ford is Jealous

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Chapter 1173

She held the hands of the twins, one in each hand, and said, “Let’s go back to our private room.”

Weston was, of course, unwilling to let them go.

He stepped forward without hesitation and grabbed her small wrist, only to realize that it seemed thinner than

before.

When they met again, he thought she was doing well as her complexion looked good.

But the fragile and tender bones in her wrist indicated she hadn’t been living too well for the past three years.

She must have suffered quite a lot.

Falling into deep thought, he forget what he wanted to

say.

She looked at him impatiently and shook off his hand languidly and somewhat indifferently. “Mr. Ford, why don’t you

say anything after calling out to me?”

She sniggered, not showing any annoyance, but with a hint of awkwardness. “I have an appointment, and I

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don’t have the time to talk riddles with you here. By the way, I heard that today is your birthday. I shall wish you a

happy birthday, then.”

Weston tightened his grasp, and his eyes darkened. “Who are you meeting?”

She shook off his hand and laughed. “What does it have to do with you?”

“You are my wife.”

He gazed into her eyes and said emphatically, “Don’t you forget that you are my lawful wedded wife.”

She laughed with a calm face. She smiled occasionally,

but it was insincere.

“We got divorced five years ago. After that, you married a woman called Ella. She’s dead. Have you forgotten?”

She was now Stella. She had gotten back her real name.

In all seriousness, she was only his ex–wife.

Miguel had been waiting for some time on the second floor of the restaurant. When seeing Stella come in, he said

discontentedly, “Don’t tell me you have just arrived.”

The private room was spacious. The appetizer for

children had been served on the table, and the napkins

had been used.

It seemed like he was a little drunk and wasn’t thinking

straight.

Stella came with the two little ones in her hands. ”

Something happened, and I went to take care of it just

now. Shall we go now?”

Miguel sat up straight and put his jacket aside casually.

He obviously had just returned from a meeting at the bar.

When she got close enough, she could smell the strong

smell of alcohol and tobacco on him.

He seemed to be irritated. As he tugged on his collar, he

fixed his light–colored eyes on her. “I have just arrived. Why are we leaving?”

He grabbed his hair. “Why don’t you three have dinner with me? I didn’t even get to eat at the dinner party just

now. I only drank…”

She frowned. “No, you stink of smoke and liquor. The

kids will smell it.”

In fact, she simply did not want to see Weston again.

Besides, it was a little tricky to escape from him.

If it was not because of Emma’s crying at the right time, he would not get agitated, and she would not be able to

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get away from him so quickly.

With her understanding of his character, she was already

expecting that Weston would come to his senses soon and

investigate her thoroughly.

Moreover, with this drunk here, she did not want to stay

there for a second longer.

If Weston bumped into Miguel, she couldn’t imagine

what would happen.

Three years had passed, and Stella didn’t care for

Weston’s feelings.

However, that man was terribly possessive, and she bet he would spring into action.

Fortunately, she was no longer the woman he once had full control of.

She had her own career and status now and a family she

cherishes.

She wasn’t about to let him have his way and do as he pleased like he always did.

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