Mr. Ford is Jealous

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Chapter 388 Weston knew that without a little temptation, she would never take the bait. “After I

finished work, I spent some time looking into vacancies for foreign students. Are you sure you don‘t

want to hear more about what I found out?”

Stella leaned in immediately. “I do.”

Weston felt a tinge of jealousy at the sight of her being so excited. “Aren‘t you being a tad too good to

Roger?” “We are family. It‘s only natural that we treat each other well,” Stella said. Weston paused for a

moment without responding to her immediately. It‘s only natural to treat family members well. He

chewed on Stella‘s words and couldn‘t help but feel a sense of irony in it. “Not necessarily. Many family

members end up stabbing each other in the back for self interest.”

Stella furrowed her brows. “That shouldn‘t be so. Most families I know live peacefully and harmoniously

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with each other.”

Although such family dramas were commonplace on television, she still held onto the belief that most

ordinary families were just like what her family was before her parents passed on.

Weston caressed her head. “Don‘t be too idealistic.”

“Humans are good by nature,“Stella corrected him. “Some are just forced to a corner and end up doing

bad things when they face insurmountable challenges.”

She seemed to be alluding to something.

Weston‘s hand paused for a moment before he resumed toying with a lock of her hair between his

fingers. “Just be direct and say you‘re talking about me. There‘s no need to beat around the bush.”

Stella burst out into peals of laughter. “I wouldn‘t dare to talk bad about you. What if you extend our

one–year timeline?”

Weston suddenly chinned Stella‘s chin and kissed her hard. “When did you have such a smart

mouth?”

He had wanted to pry her mouth open with his tongue, but a thought suddenly crossed his mind, and

he released her.

Before Stella could react and push him away, he had already let go of her.

“Your health isn‘t exactly in a good condition. I don‘t want to spread the virus to you,” Weston wiped the

corner of his lips and said casually. Stella took a deep breath and straightened herself. “What about the

information you said you wanted to show me?”

Weston clicked on a website. Stella browsed through it and asked, “Why is it all in French?” “You can‘t

read French?” “Of course, I can.” Stella pulled the laptop closer and began reading page by page while

Weston stood by her side and observed her.

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He was surprised to find that she could read at a very swift pace. “You‘re pretty good at French,” he

remarked casually. Stella‘s brows furrowed. “I took formal lessons when I was in university.” “I don‘t

remember you being a French major.” Stella nodded, “I took it as a minor. My results were pretty good,

comparable to that of Roger‘s. I was even classified as a gifted student.”

She seemed rather proud of her academic achievements.

Roger and she had always been her parents‘ pride and joy, and they were always the benchmark of

excellence amongst their neighbors. Had it not been for the accident that changed their lives, she

would still probably be the precious princess doted on by her parents, blessed with a decent job she

loved, chasing her dreams, and living the life that all would envy. She turned downcast at the thought

of her past As if affected by the sudden downturn in her mood, Weston held her hand and squeezed

her fingers. “You know you can always tell me what you wish to do in the future.” He kissed her ear. “I‘ll

help you fulfill all your dreams.” “I want freedom. Can you help me with that?” Stella asked him with a

smile. She did not mean it sarcastically, and had, in fact, said it with slight melancholy. In any case, she

knew that Weston would never agree to it.

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