Mr. Ford is Jealous

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Chapter 181

Weston could tell that she felt uneasy when she walked out of the washroom. Keeping silent, he closed

his book and placed it on the table next to him. “Let’s rest for today. What would you like to do?”

Stella turned her head around and glanced at the clock. “I want to go to work.”

The sight of his brows furrowing made Stella explain. “Teachers at the training center don’t get the

weekends off. Many children spend their entire weekends on supplementary classes.”

Others might be able to enjoy a free weekend with nothing to do, but to them, it was the golden working

period.

He simply stood up without a word and walked past her.

“I’ll send you,” he said lightly when he reached the door.

Stella had her back towards him. Her head lowered as conflicting emotions arose in her heart.

But she had no choice other than to follow behind him.

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When they left the house, she couldn’t help but try to negotiate. “Haven’t we agreed that the driver would

send me to work?”.

Weston steered the wheel with ease and glanced at Stella on the front passenger seat. “Fasten your

seatbelt,” he reminded.

Stella retracted her gaze and reached a hand out for the seatbelt. Suddenly, Weston stopped the car and

leaned over to help her with it.

His black hair brushed the tip of her nose, giving it a rising itch.

Stella’s nose twitched as an urge to sneeze overwhelmed her, but she held it in.

She asked once more, “Why won’t you let the driver send me to work in the future? Your car grabs too

much attention and it’ll be difficult for me to explain things to them…” Weston didn’t respond to her

remarks, and neither did he continue driving. He straightened up and tapped his fingers on the steering

wheel. He suddenly chuckled and said, “You get into character pretty quickly, don’t you?”

Stella was stunned for a moment as she realized he was mocking her for having the self awareness of

being a mistress. Smiling self-derisively, ahe replied, “I don’t have a choice. If something were to happen,

I’ll be the only one getting scolded. For all I know, Guinevere might come creating trouble and force me

to leave you…”

“I won’t let something like that happen.” He stepped on the accelerator and drove the car out. A plain

remark that sounded like a promise. To Stella, however, a man’s promise was the most unreliable thing.

She smiled and looked outside the window. “It’s easy to prevent something like this from happening…”

She left the rest unsaid because she knew that Weston would understand.

As long as he was willing to let her go, Stella would definitely leave him. When that happened, all those

situations she was worried about would never occur. His eyes darkened with displeasure, and he refused

to continue speaking. Instead, he accelerated the speed of the car. Stella’s body was thrown forward by

the sudden increase in peed and she looked at him with slight annoyance. That look slightly lifted his

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spirits. He smiled while continuing to steer the wheel deftly.

Stella repeatedly asked him to stop the car a distance away from the center, which annoyed Weston to

no end. However, he still decided to drop her off at a junction away from the training center.

After the car ground to a halt. Stella looked around her for a while to confirm that no other cars were

passing before she opened the door.

Weston saw how careful she was, and the frustration grew in his heart. He pulled out a cigarette, lit it,

and took a puff. “Tell me when you end work. I’ll come over to fetch you.” Stella stopped everything she

was doing, clearly unwilling to do as he said. Weston, on the other hand, ignored her clear reluctance.

“Don’t make me personally look for you at the center.”

With that, he shut the car door and drove off.

Stella stood where she was for a long time, in the wake of the dust and grime from the speeding car. It

was only after the car had disappeared that she finally turned around to walk to the training center

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Random Art Training Center. The working hours for the weekends began an hour later than usual. When

Stella arrived, only a few people were in the classroom. She began her preparation work and started

warming up in the huge classroom. A while later, she heard sounds coming from the changing room.

Someone out of her expectation emerged. “Ella, what are you doing here?”

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