Mr. Ford is Jealous

Chapter 927

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Chapter 927 She put her hands down and followed Weston to toast another table of family members.

Gazing at their retreating figures, Wendy handed Zack, who had fallen asleep, to the housekeeper, and said to

Chris, “You‘re no longer needed around here. You can do whatever you wish now. Why are you still sticking

around?”

Chris was, in fact, intending to head back to Guinevere.

But her words made him too embarrassed to do that.“ What else would I wish to do? It‘s just that Gwen isn‘t very

mentally stable right now, and I really should check on her, lest she makes a scene again…”

Even he could feel that his voice sounded guilty.

If his conscience were truly clear, he wouldn‘t have arranged for Guinevere to be settled in a discreet room waiting

for him.

Chris looked at Wendy, and his tone softened. “Wendy, I know we‘ve been at odds with each other during this

period, fighting over the most trivial things. But you‘re always in my heart. If you‘re upset with me over something,

just tell me directly. I will change, I surely will

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A major reason why he was able to win Wendy over and marry her, despite the stiff competition from many other

wealthy heirs, was because of his honeyed tongue.

Wendy‘s gaze trembled as mixed feelings arose in her heart.

It had been so long since he spoke so tenderly to her. She said self–derisively, “You didn‘t do anything wrong.”

Except for lying to me, she thought.

Furthermore, he wasn‘t even skilled enough since she had managed to see through him.

Her response made Chris even more irritated.

She should have been direct with him if she were really upset. He was sure that despite her response, she would

turn around later on and pick on him again.

Frustration brewed in his heart, and an urge to smoke a cigarette kicked in. But the thought of the occasion right

now made him quell the urge. He stood up. “I‘ll head out for some air.”

Wendy took a deep breath and retracted her gaze. “Up to you.”

She shut her eyes as if she couldn’t be bothered by him.

Chris remained silent as he looked down at her for a long

time.

Then, he turned to leave.

In front of the wheelchair, Henry looked at the newlyweds with a faint smile as he raised his glass.”

Congratulations.”

He meant it from the bottom of his heart.

Being a good friend of Weston‘s, he was naturally happy that Weston finally managed to marry the woman of his

dreams.

But…

He glanced at the handcuffs binding them together, and his smile deepened. “You barely managed to marry her.

Indeed, you do need to bind her tightly to yourself.”

Weston shot him a warning look but didn‘t say anything further.

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Stella‘s brows furrowed, feeling rather uncomfortable.

As they made their way through the tables, everyone who stood up and noticed the handcuffs between them would

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be stunned for a moment or two.

Stella knew that it was a natural reaction for anyone who saw such a strange sight at a wedding.

Henry was indeed worthy of being Weston‘s good friend.

Not only did he not–find it strange, but he was even approving of it. Birds of a feather did indeed flock together.

He was the only one to whom Stella did not raise a toast. She had simply stood there without a word. Weston

glanced at her. “What‘s the matter? Are you unhappy?”

Stella looked down and didn‘t respond to him. He arched his brow. “It‘s fine. If you don’t want to drink, I‘ll drink on

your behalf.” With that, he grabbed the glass of wine in her hand and tipped its contents into his mouth.

–

The next moment, he put down the glass, pinched Stella‘s chin, and kissed her.

He pried her jaw and sent the liquor flowing into her mouth, burning her throat.

He didn’t even care whether she could hold her liquor and simply focused on making her drink the wine. Stella

furrowed her brows, almost choking on the wine. Weston released her and wiped the remnants of the wine

from his lips as he looked at her. “Did it taste good?”

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