Mr. Ford is Jealous

Chapter 895

Chapter 895

“Your grandfather’s impression of me isn’t good as it is,” Stella explained patiently. “He might have agreed for us to

get married, but I still want to leave a better impression on him… The fact that he asked me to meet him must

mean he’s giving me a chance. If I hesitate and bring you along with me, then I’ll never get another chance to get

his approval.” “If he gives you any trouble,” Weston replied while stroking her face, “just tell me, and I’ll handle it.”

“Okay,” she nodded. “You should probably cover up your neck a little…” Weston said as he adjusted Stella’s collar to

hide the bright red hickeys he’d left. “And whose fault is this?!” she scolded him. “I told you to stop this morning, but

you wouldn’t listen!” “Alright,” Weston chuckled and massaged the red marks on her skin. “I’ll pick you up this

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evening.” The manor Warren Ford lived in was a reasonable distance away from the city. When Stella arrived, it was

already late afternoon.

Warren had just woken up from his midday nap. Noticing that she was here, he smiled kindly to her and said, “Come

in!” Stella nodded. Then she saw a man walking out of the study. It was Chris Ford “He came here to play chess with

me,” Warren explained while brewing a fresh pot of tea. “He was just about to leave.” He paused and sighed before

continuing, “As you get older, finding a companion who’d spend the day with you gets harder.” Usually, Warren

would spend a lot of time with an old friend of his, but even he had a piano shop to look after, so Warren often

found himself in unpleasant solitude whenever he felt unwell and lonely It was times like these that Chris Ford

became useful again. “What’s so strange about me being here?” he asked. “I’m your son, after all! It’s only natural

that I’d be spending time with you!” Chris acted differently when he was with Warren than when he was with

Weston. He almost seemed like a petulant child. The truth was, while he often indulged his sons, Warren’s

relationship with Weston was rather cold and almost professional in nature. This was due to the high hopes and

expectations that he placed in his talented grandson, which had, for better or worse, altered his attitude toward

him. But Chris Ford was different. Warren seemed to be aware of this too, which was why he would mostly hand

over the crucial tasks in the company to Weston while leaving the most trivial matters to Chris. It wasn’t merely due

to their different personalities either. Warren clearly saw the potential that Weston displayed to achieve great

things. Warren picked up the pawn in the chess box and tossed it at Chris. “Save your breath!” he barked. With a

laugh, Chris caught the pawn in his hand and complained, “Oh, so you’re kicking me out now that she’s here, are

you?” “Get out!” Warren yelled, though still flashing a smile. As Chris walked past Stella, he stopped beside her and

gave her a strange look. “Not bad!” he sneered. “I’ve really underestimated you!” Stella looked ahead and ignored

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him, having no desire to take his words to heart Once Chris was gone, Warren and Stella were the only two people

left in the tea room. He told her to take a seat and poured her a cup of Pu Er tea. “Actually,” she suddenly spoke up

after a long silence, “I don’t really like tea that much.” “I know,” Warren replied, smiling. “In a few days, you’ll

finally be able to escape this life you hate so much.” Daily New Latest Chapters Stella searched the old man’s face.

“Does that mean… you would still fulfill the promise you made me?” she asked “Of course,” he responded. There

was not the slightest change in his expression. “You getting married to Weston is the last thing we want.” “But you

haven’t even done anything so far,” she argued with a frown. “Are you sure that I’ll be able to escape on the

wedding day?” Warren picked up his teacup, took a sip, and slowly placed it back down. “Do you remember? my

instruction to keep the wedding as simple as possible?” he asked. Stella nodded.

“I hear your wedding party will be held near a cliff by the sea; is that correct?” Stella thought about it for a while

before answering, “I guess so She had not been paying much attention to the details since she never wanted to get

married to Weston in the first place.