Mr. Ford is Jealous

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Chapter 475

With the club packed to its brim like canned sardines, there was no guarantee that they wouldn’t bump

into an acquaintance here, which would cause more trouble. Stella definitely

didn’t want that.

“If you’re worried about people recognizing us,” said Weston, stroking her hair gently, “then just relax

and have fun. Let me deal with the rest.” “No,” she shook her head. “It’s fine. I don’t like this kind of

place anyway.” “You don’t? Why did you come here then?” “Only because it looked exciting. We didn’t

even have that much fun the last time I was here with Yvonne.” Weston suddenly stopped in his tracks

and gave Stella a strange look. “Why not?” he asked. “Did you not like that pianist?” “I was only

enjoying the music he played,” she grumbled, glaring at him. “Why did you have to use that accusatory

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tone with me?”

Weston had put it as if she had cheated on him with that pianist.

“Just remember not to do that kind of thing again,”he warned her, pinching her nose. “You know I don’t

like it.”

He had begun to show his possessiveness more boldly in front of her now. Stella said nothing. Though

she didn’t like it, she had no intention of disobeying him. As they made their way to the private lounge,

Stella droned on about Yvonne. “The last time I was on the phone with her, she was fighting with her

husband again. I wonder if they’ve made up by now…”

It wasn’t clear whether Weston was listening to her. His expressions were calm, and he kept his replies

short and simple. After a while, he rubbed his temples, looked at her, and asked, “Is she so great that

you have to keep talking about her?” “Mm-hmm!” Stella nodded. “She’s probably the only friend I have

in this city.” As she spoke, she suddenly turned gloomy. Stella had always felt like Yvonne was too

good for her. She was such a vivacious, loyal, and kind friend, but as for Stella…

No matter how she looked at it, Stella realized that she was just a kept woman. By being friends with

her, she was worried that she would cause Yvonne trouble, even if Yvonne had never taken any of

these things to heart. With this in mind, Stella suddenly turned to Weston and told him, “Can I ask you

to keep the things between us between ourselves and not drag anyone else into it? You must know that

she never meant to challenge you; she just couldn’t sit idle while I was…”

Weston snorted derisively as he watched Stella get so worked up trying to protect Yvonne. He went

silent for a while before asking her, “Do you really think of me as the kind of person who likes to harass

people for my own amusement?”

Stella pursed her lips and said nothing.

Weston was exactly that kind of person in her mind. Even Yvonne was a little wary of him, proving that

it was common knowledge that he was a ruthless man not to be messed with. “Don’t worry,” he assured

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her. “I know she’s your friend, so I won’t do anything to her as long as you remain a good girl.” Their

relationship was on the mend right now. He didn’t want any outsider to come between them and mess it

up. He also hated seeing her being scared of him. Stella quietly let out a sigh of relief. She then

suddenly realized something.

“By the way,” she began, “if you don’t like listening to me talk about these things, then I won’t…”

“It’s fine,” he interrupted her. “You can talk about anything you like.” He then called the waiter and

ordered a glass of wine and a mocktail. When the order came, he nudged the mocktail towards her.

“You don’t have to be so cautious when you’re with me. Just relax.” Truth be told, he had completely no

interest in what Stella was talking about, but if it made her happy, he would gladly listen to her all day.

Stella thought that none of this would ever have happened when they were married. She remembered

always being careful of what she said, fearing that she might annoy or bore him if she said the wrong

thing. Not once had she gossipped in front of him when they lived together as husband and wife, afraid

she’d waste his time.

The man she was married to would never take time out of his working day to hang out with her in a club

the whole afternoon the way he was doing now. It was something that she would never even dare to

hope for back then.

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