Mr. Ford is Jealous

Chapter 1237

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Chapter 1237

Stella jumped to her feet, feeling a little emotional. “Do you have any idea how upset I was when I thought you

were dead?”

Miguel shouted immediately, “I can accept that you treat me as Roger, but I cannot accept that you take me as

him! I am not him. Look at my face! I have no blood

relationship with you. I am only taking care of you in his place!”

He raised his volume all of a sudden and was on the verge of an emotional breakdown.

Stella closed her eyes with a headache coming on. “You still refuse to swallow it, until now?”

She suddenly thought of something and curved the corners of her lips upward. “This should be the tradition of the

Gracia family. After all, it is you who helped me, and this is how I escaped Weston in the first place. Faking your own

death should be a method you never get tired of using, right?”

Miguel clenched his fists instantly and looked at her gloomily.

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In the end, he turned around and left without saying anything.

“I don’t want to use that identity anymore.”

As he walked to the door, he suddenly stopped and looked at Stella. “So, don’t bring it up again. I’m Miguel now.”

After that, he closed the door.

Bang!

She was the only one left in the room.

Stella sighed and looked at the time. She wanted to sleep but could not, no matter how she tried. So she simply

took a bottle of whiskey, sat on the balcony, and started sipping it.

Suddenly there was a loud noise upstairs.

Stella froze and looked up in a hurry to find that Weston had appeared from nowhere, leaping from the upstairs

balcony directly onto hers in one leap-

“Ah!”

She screamed in surprise and sprang out of her wicker chair. “Are you crazy?”

After seeing the man in front of her clearly, she breathed a sigh of relief, then glared at him furiously. “Do you know

what you are doing?”

Seeing her shocked face, Weston did not say anything and put her head on his shoulder. “I’m sorry. I did not think

I’d scare you.”

He turned his head sideways and kissed her hair, but Stella pushed him away. She took a deep breath and looked at

him. “Don’t tell me you fell off by accident.”

“No.”

He admitted it with alacrity. “I heard you guys arguing, so I thought I’d come over and check it out.”

“Don’t you know how to knock on the door? Must you use this method?”

“Would you have opened if I knocked?”

Stella was speechless.

She wouldn’t have opened it and would even pretend she did not hear it.

Weston took out his phone and shook it in front of her. “I called you so many times and sent you so many

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messages, but I did not get a word from you.”

“Must I reply to you?”

She glanced at him blandly and sat down again on the wicker chair.

Weston looked at the bottle of wine lying on her table and frowned. “Why are you drinking so much?”

The lingering smell of alcohol all over her body was unmistakable.

He moved over and sniffed at her face. “It’s late, and

drinking this much will give you a hangover and a headache in the morning.”

“That’s none of your business either!”

She pushed him away. “Will you please leave my house?”

Weston did not say anything and sat down next to her. ” Then I will drink with you.”

“Are you sick?”

She could not help but scold him. “Don’t you have anything to do tomorrow? As the president of such a big

company, don’t you feel ashamed of running here all the time?

“Chasing my wife is nothing to be ashamed of.”

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