Semua Bab Mr. Ford Is Jealous: Bab 1041 - Bab 1050

“Of course,” Mrs. Cohen agreed.Dr. Quirk glanced at Weston before turning on his heels and heading into the funeral hall.He reappeared not long afterward, announcing with some relief, “Miss Cohen is in a stable mental state. There’s no cause for concern at the moment, so, you can rest easy.”Hearing this, both Mr. and Mrs. Cohen sighed in relief. But they then quickly looked at each other with quizzical eyes. The fact that Zachary’s death did not cause Guinevere much psychological turmoil felt peculiar…But still, they wished for nothing more than for her mental health to improve as soon as possible, so they just thanked the doctor and left. They had wanted to take Guinevere with them too, but she had expressed her wish to stay by Zachary’s side a little longer. As they didn’t have the heart to say no to that, they relented.There were then only Weston and Dr. Quirk left in the main hall.Dr. Quirk was the first to break the silence, saying, “I’ve heard about Ms. Sealey. So, wh

“I’m sure even Lucas is hiding something from you,” Dr. Quirk added. “Impossible!” Yvonne refuted instantly. “Lucas and I grew up together! I know absolutely everything about him!”“Are you sure?” Dr. Quirk chuckled, which sounded suggestive. Yvonne frowned as soon as she noticed his expression.“Are you telling me that Lucas is hiding something from me?!”“Hey!” Dr. Quirk laughed and put up his hands in the air. “How did we end up talking about this? Weren’t you just asking me about Stella Sealey?”“I was asking about Stella,” complained Yvonne, “but you kept skirting around the subject. You’re clearly not willing to tell me the truth!”Dr. Quirk shook his head. Then, he smiled and asked, “Do you mind if I smoke here?”“Yes!” Yvonne replied bluntly. “I absolutely do mind! I hate the smell!”“Seriously,” Dr. Quirk burst into laughter again. “Lucas is probably the only man who can stand that horrid temper of yours!”“Well,” she grumbled, seeing that she could not tease any i

Joan sighed, wondering if he could really be with Guinevere.Stella knew Joan was not asleep yet, so she came out of the room wrapped in a woolen shawl. “...You should go and get some rest. It’s getting late now.”“Mrs. Ford?” Joan looked at the frail figure in front of her and couldn’t help but comfort her, saying, “I’m sure Mr. Ford is held up by something urgent right now. Once he’s dealt with everything, I’m sure he’ll come home. Don’t you worry about it. I’ll wait for him here. You can go inside and get some rest…”“I’m not waiting for him anymore,” Stella shook her head. “You should go and get some rest too.”She smiled and added, “He’s probably by Guinevere’s side.”After all, their son had just died. As Zachary’s father, it was only natural that he would be with the child’s mother right now. Stella had nothing against that.“Mrs. Ford…” The more she acted that way, the more Joan felt bad for her. “I’m certain Mr. Ford will come home once he's dealt with everything out t

“No,” Stella shook her head. “I just had no appetite…”“I did promise not to force you to eat anything,” Weston cut her off. “But that was only if it doesn't affect your health.”He glanced at the shimmering light on the horizon. It was already sunrise, and rays of sunlight had crept into the room through the curtains.“You should go eat something,” he added, kissing her on the forehead.Stella frowned. She truly had no appetite at all, but she also knew that there was no arguing with Weston, so she kept quiet and said nothing.Joan was already asleep by then. Weston had no intention to disturb her either, so he put Stella down on the sofa and went into the kitchen himself.Stella did not have a good sleep at all, basically having tossed and turned all night. Even so, she probably wouldn’t be able to fall asleep now if she tried. Weston knew this too, so he allowed her to watch TV, hoping to kill time and relieve her boredom.Stardust Mansion was much quieter early in the morn

“I’m going to the study,” he replied. “I’ve got some work to do.”“But you haven’t rested since last night, have you?”“I’m fine,” he grabbed her hand and placed it back under the blanket before leaning down to kiss her forehead. “Unless…” He brushed away the hair on her cheeks, then looked at her as if he could read her mind. “...you need me by your side for you to fall asleep?”He treated her so gently that Stella even doubted if the conflict between them had even existed.She pursed her lips and softly said, “I’d like to meet someone.”Weston remained silent, his expressions unchanged. His eyes were steadily glued on her.“I just want to meet Aunt Diana once,” she added. “Please?”“Tell me why.”She took his hand and pressed his fingers. He had long and straight fingers that looked very elegant. Stella always thought of how much more enchanting those fingers would be if Weston could play the piano.“I know you don’t want me to see anyone else,” she said, “but I have somet