Mr. Ford Is Jealous のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 131 - チャプター 140

But her dream of having a family was still living in her heart.She wanted to become an independent woman who would not rely on anyone. She was also insisting on having her own career now. But this did not contradict her desire to have a family.Since the moment she lost her parents, she was forced to support her family and Roger.But over time, she felt tired. She needed a shelter too.It took a long time for her to reply, with a hoarse voice, “Okay.”***The joy of getting married washed away all the discontent inside Guinevere’s heart.Even in the hospital, she found everything to be particularly pleasing.When the assistant beside her noticed her unusual good mood, she couldn’t help saying, “Now that you are finally getting married to Mr. Ford, will we be getting any presents?”Her words were a little irritating. Guinevere frowned but calmed down after a while, not bothered with her words. “Of course. I will send you all big presents when the time comes!”The assistant sm

He talked calmly, but Guinevere realized that he meant if she didn't do the check-up, they wouldn't get married. Her entire body trembled, but she forced herself to sit. She couldn’t even look Dr. Quirk in the eyes. Dr. Quirk just pushed his glasses, his face expressionless. Guinevere had an undeniably gorgeous face. She was sensual and elegant, and it was no surprise that she was a major celebrity in the entertainment industry. Dr. Quirk had his own degree of professionalism. He wouldn't lose his cool in the face of such a beauty. “Do you know which part of your memory you've lost, Ms. Cohen?” She shook her head. “I didn’t lose my memories. I really didn’t lose my memories.” Despite her dazed looks, she persisted and reaffirmed her statement. They were there to do a psychology test, but why was it not what she had expected?“Do you truly have no recollection, Ms. Cohen? However, it is noted in your medical report that you experienced amnesia a year ago.” She covere

He could have avoided the slap if he wanted to, but in the end, he didn't budge an inch. He simply stood there waiting for it to arrive.Maybe because Chris was a little embarrassed by the look in Weston’s eyes, he shifted his gaze away. “I didn’t mean for it to happen back then—you know it! This is the only solution to it all. Do you really want to ruin the life we have right now? If you really don’t want to marry Guinevere, you can wait for a few years before divorcing her. Why do you have to do this now?"Weston, you weren't this immature before!" he exclaimed, as if his heart was shattering.“Immature?” Weston nearly burst out laughing, as if he had just heard the best joke ever told.He took a sudden step forward and moved slowly to Chris' side, patting him on the shoulder. "How is asking my fiancée to take a psychological test immature? Or do you have a better way of dealing with my marriage?"Chris' face became pale as he gazed at him furiously. “Do you really have to tal

The man's eyes were as frigid as ice and filled with murderous intent.She closed her eyes tightly. Her eyelashes shook from her heavy breathing, and her eyes were red with tears pooling in them. “Do I really have to do this?”…Inside the car.Stella was a bit distracted and kept glancing at her phone inadvertently.Not a while later, her phone rang. It was another unknown number.She didn’t even need to open the message to know who it was from.She glanced at her phone, which had two words shown on the screen.“Get out.”She closed her eyes and imagined how harsh Weston's tone would've sounded if he said these words in person.Justin had been observing her and noticed something was wrong with her. So, he gradually stepped on the brake, causing the car to slow down.“What’s wrong?” he asked worriedly.She shook her head and gave him the phone, her face as pale as a sheet.The two words on the screen pierced his eyes, as if daring him.He stepped hard on the gas pedal with

"If he heard you say that, he'd probably scoff and say I simply did it for my own sake." He chuckled loudly.There were too many students.For a moment, Stella couldn’t identify the boy.Justin had shown her a photo of his son before arriving there. He seemed to be a little boy in the photograph.But now that he was a teen in school uniform, it was difficult for her to tell which one was him.It wasn't until a tall boy with a backpack casually strolled in front of them that she recognized it was Bryce.She subconsciously straightened up her body and stood still.Justin saw him first. "Hey, over here," he said as he took a step forward.Bryce had spotted them a long time ago. The grin on his face faded gradually. However, he stayed courteous and greeted Stella first. "Hello, miss."Then he turned to face Justin and called out, "Dad."Justin stroked his head softly and took over his bag. "Get in the car."Bryce nodded, and without saying much, he climbed into the back seat.S