Mr. Ford is Jealous

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Chapter 385 Stella shut the door behind her. The flush of red on her cheeks vanished instantly.

Now, only cold indifference remained on her face.

It was now early evening. While Weston had been busy working in the bedroom, Stella herself had

been poring over the script for hours. Now devoted to the art of acting, she was well aware that she

had neither formal training nor any experience to speak of, so she had to rely on hard work and

determination to build up her skills. Bradley Lane once told her that she possessed a unique aura.

Stella didn‘t quite understand what he meant, but she did notice that while acting, she found it very

easy to get into character and completely empathize with the character she was playing. She had gone

through the scripts so many times now that she felt as if she truly inhabited that world.

She closed the script and sighed softly. Her character had noticed that everyone was paying more

attention to the heroine. At first, she told herself that it was understandable that the masters focussed

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on the heroine since she had gone missing since she was a child. Slowly, however, she realized that

the more affection they showed to the heroine, the less attention they would give her, giving rise to

envy and jealousy.

It wasn‘t that the masters had been treating her badly, though. It was just basic human nature to feel

insecure and competitive when there were rivals. This had been true since time immemorial.

Stella had to admit that this was a well–written character, complex, dynamic, and multi dimensional.

She was petty and disgraceful, yet her fate was sad and tragic. Meanwhile, Weston was just about to

be done working for the day when his father suddenly called.

“Where are you?” his father asked in a glum voice. Weston had never been particularly close to his

father. To the outside world, Chris Ford appeared to be a loving father and Weston seemed like a

devoted son, but only the two of them knew that their relationship had soured almost to the point of

animosity.

As for the reason why, even Weston himself wasn‘t sure anymore.

“What do you want?” Weston asked tersely.

“Do I have to want something to call you?” answered Chris, irritated even though he did indeed want

something from Weston.

He didn‘t like the tone Weston used. He was his father, after all. He should be able to call his

own son without needing any particular reason. “If you have something to say,” Weston replied as he

massaged his temples, “then just say it. I don‘t have time for your long–winded speech.”

Weston realized that his temperature had increased, possibly because he‘d been slogging like a mule

all afternoon. In the past, something as trivial as a cold wouldn‘t faze him–he just needed a few hours

of rest and he‘d be as good as new.

But it hadn‘t been so this time. It seemed that this cold was hitting him harder than expected. “I‘ve

heard what happened yesterday,” Chris continued, seemingly not noticing anything wrong with

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Weston‘s raspy voice. “What exactly is going on between you and Guinevere?” The Cohen family did

not make too much of a fuss about Weston‘s refusal to get a marriage certificate with Guinevere since

it would hurt more than benefit if they forced Weston to do what he didn‘t want to do. But if problems

arose in the relationship between Weston and Guinevere, things could get really worrisome. Weston

listened quietly to his father for a while before bursting into laughter that reeked of mockery.

“Do you still think that I have feelings for her?!” he taunted. The derision in Weston‘s voice was not lost

on Chris. “...but the way things stand now,” he muttered, “there is just no turning back. In any case, just

think of it as a plea from your father...” “Weston,” he added after a pause. “You must know how

damaging this would be to our family if the truth gets exposed, don‘t you?” Weston said nothing. “All the

things that the Fords have built through pain, sweat, and tears will be obliterated in an instant,” Chris

continued. “Doesn‘t that bother you? Our family will be turned into a laughing stock! And with your

mom‘s weak heart...” “Don‘t drag her into this!” Weston angrily interrupted. “You have no right to even

talk about her!”

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