Mr. Ford is Jealous

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Chapter 468

Weston was so blunt that it rendered Stella speechless for a moment. Then, she burst out laughing.

“Are you kidding me?” Stella asked incredulously. “ He’s your friend! I’ve nothing to do with him! Am I

not even allowed to ask a simple question?”

“It’s best that you’ve nothing to do with him,” Weston held her in his arms and stroked her hair. “I want it

to stay that way. ”

He had no idea why he would be so possessive of her, and he simply couldn’t bear to see her being

even mildly interested in other men.

“You’re mine, Stella. You’re mine alone.”

Stella merely found those words amusing and thought nothing of it.

“By the way,” she added casually after a long pause, “ I heard you guys talking about a... kidnapper?

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What was that about?”

The way she put it sounded as if she cared little about it, but Weston could clearly see that she was

keenly interested from how her eyes darted in excitement.

He sighed and kissed her forehead.

“Do you still remember that day... when you fell from that building?”

Weston had asked very carefully, aware that the incident was still a raw gash in their relationship and

caused them immense pain whenever the issue was touched upon.

“Of course, I still remember,” Stella pursed her lips. “ How could I ever forget?”

“Well,” Weston’s voice croaked, “Those thugs died, except for one... you probably remember the guy.”

Stella did indeed. It was the man who stood behind her, threatening that if she didn’t quietly obey their

orders, she would die a slow and agonizing death. He was on of those men who promised her that

once Weston abandoned her, they would have their way with her, and once they were bored with her,

they’d kill her.

They warned her that Guinevere Cohen would never give her an easy death.

“So what happened to him?” Stella asked. “Is he still alive?”

“He’s been in a coma,” Weston replied. “Just now, his condition suddenly worsened, and he died.”

He then scrutinized Stella’s expressions. He would immediately stop talking about this topic if he even

detected a trace of her being upset or unsettled.

But there were no such signs on her face. She simply stared into space, her eyes vacant.

After a long silence, she finally said, “I want to see him.”

“But he’s already dead.”

“I know. I just want to see his corpse with my own eyes.”

Right now, Stella no longer harbored any hope that Weston would believe her if she told him it was

Guinevere who had sent all those men after her.

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In fact, she was sure he wouldn’t believe her.

She realized that in her current state, she was so powerless that she couldn’t even escape Weston’s

grasp, let alone seek revenge.

If there came a day when she gained some strength and power, she would let them all pay their debts

with their blood. She would never forgive nor forget those who had caused the death of her child.

Weston noticed the flash of hostility in her eyes. His heart sank. But now was not that time. One day,

he would explain everything to her when the time was right. • • •

The next morning, Weston told Henry of his plans.

“What?” Henry gasped, completely astounded. “Ella wants to see that guy? Why?”

Weston did not answer him. He merely added, “I don’t want anyone else to know about this, so make

sure absolutely no one catches a whiff of this, understand?”

Henry had been his closest friend for umpteen years now. They understood each other without having

to say much. Henry was much more like family to him compared to his uncle Xavier.

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