Mr. Ford is Jealous

Chapter 45

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Chapter 45 She paused for a moment and smiled as if a thought flashed past her mind. “A child.” She

looked straight into Weston’s eyes and said the two words emphatically.

Instinctively, Weston released her hand as those two words left her mouth.

Stella wanted to see something from his gaze, but it was a pity that she couldn’t see anything.

At that moment, she couldn’t help but laugh at herself. Was she expecting a man like him to feel sorrow

and guilt over that child?

He wouldn’t. He only cared for the child he had with Guinevere, whereas she and her child were but just

lowly ants in his eyes, deserving only to be stepped on by him and thrown aside like a rag doll. “Mr. Ford,

if there’s nothing else, I’ll be off.” Stella pushed him aside, but at the next second, he grabbed her wrist

again. It was then that she lost all patience with him. “What exactly do you want?” She turned her face

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around and looked at him with frustration,” Don’t tell me you just want to catch up and reminisce about

the past?”

Weston had never seen such cold frustration in her eyes and felt an inexplicable lump in his chest.

He swallowed the words on the tip of his tongue and instead said, “Remember your identity now. Don’t

you dare create any unnecessary trouble for me?” Stella’s eyes turned even colder. “Of course, I don’t

need Mr. Ford to remind me of something like that. I just hope that you can control your wife and stop her

from getting in my way from the washroom and asking me if I’m Stella Sealey!” With her back against the

light, she could see Weston’s face darkening upon her words.

She did not know if it was because of her provocative tone or something else entirely. Stella lowered her

gaze onto his hand that gripped her wrist tightly, before looking back into his eyes. Lifting her hand

nonchalantly, she said, “Do you still insist on grabbing my hand and refusing to let go?”

With that, she looked at a figure behind Weston. A supple, beautiful figure was walking over in a hurry.

The corners of Stella’s mouth curved upward, as scorn filled her heart at the sight of Guinevere anxiously

looking for Weston high and low.

Since when did the high and mighty Ms. Cohen, the bright star of the entertainment industry, ever get so

anxious?

How could the appearance of a mere woman who resembles Stella Sealey make her so antsy?

Weston followed Stella’s gaze and saw the figure behind him. His brows furrowed slightly.

By the time he turned back around, Stella had flung his hand away and turned to leave. The sight of her

leaving without any hesitation at all made his eyes turn dark. He continued looking on as she

disappeared into the darkness. The footsteps from behind came closer as Guinevere said through

shallow pants, “Weston, why are you here?”

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She clearly saw Ella just now but did not ask him why he was with her. Even if she hated to admit it, she

could not deny that Ella’s appearance had rattled her thoroughly. The mere appearance of someone who

looked uncannily like her made her lose all her senses, and her emotions were raging like wildfire,

unable to be appeased. Weston composed himself and said “nothing” without so much as looking at

Guinevere.

He went on, “Let’s go back.” Guinevere collected her thoughts and instinctively reached out to hold

Weston’s arm, but he had long walked off. Seeing the back of his retreating figure, Guinevere’s eyes

darkened and turned cold.

Why?

What exactly went wrong? They were back to what they were in the past, yet why did everything feel so

different?

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