Mr. Ford Is Jealous のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 381 - チャプター 390

Stella was taken aback, having never seen Weston looking like that. In the past, his rare bouts of illness would merely inflict slight colds upon him that would go away the next day. During their marriage, Stella had only ever seen him get sick once, but just that once was enough to make her feel as if the sky had fallen on her. She stayed by his side and waited on him hand and foot. She would’ve chosen sickness in his place if she could. Her mind was so fully occupied by him that she couldn’t do anything else, except take care of him.Weston’s expressions changed slightly. He seemed to be remembering the same thing too.“Please stay by my side, okay?” he begged.It was not at all like Weston to have those imploring eyes.“I…” Stella wavered. “I’ll call for Joan to take care of you.”As soon as she finished her sentence, she saw the light in Weston’s eyes diminish. He closed his eyes and then in a jiffy, his old distant and aloof personality returned.“Okay,” he answered her

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Stella replied, her expressions unchanged. “Joan’s a professional. Of course her cooking is better than mine!”Weston could sense that she didn’t want to talk about this any further, so he said, “I’m glad you like Joan’s cooking.”“Oh, yeah!” she echoed, not hesitating to heap praise upon Joan. “She really is an incredible cook!”Stella had always loved piquant and savory food, but her stomach would start to churn if she ate too much spicy food. She typically avoided it if she could, especially now after her miscarriage, where she had basically lost all interest in food and ate just to stay alive.Seeing that Stella was happily enjoying the soup, Weston gently caressed her cheek with his fingers and teased, “Hey, I’m the patient here. Shouldn’t you be feeding me?”“There aren’t any rules about patients needing to be fed!” she disputed. “You only have a cold! Your hands are perfectly fine! Feed yourself!”It was clear that Stella had no desire to feed him, b

It was rare that he showed his emotions. Even when he was furious, there would only be a mere change in tone, something that gave him an air of authority without even the need to flare up. “Chris, do you still remember what you’ve done? Have I not done enough covering up for you?” Silence ensued. Weston could almost hear Chris breathing over the phone. “Weston, I admit that I’ve let you down. But think about it. Is there any turning back, now that things have come to this point?” “None whatsoever,” Weston snarled coldly. He looked at the closed door. As his thoughts drifted to the feeling of having Stella sitting next to him, the air around him filled with her subtle fragrance. How could they possibly turn back? Even if he wanted desperately to salvage the situation, it would definitely not be easy. “Consider it me begging you. Spend more time with Gwen…just for this year! After the two of you get married, everything will be fine…” “Are you still hoping that we’

Weston knew that without a little temptation, she would never take the bait. “After I finished work, I spent some time looking into vacancies for foreign students. Are you sure you don’t want to hear more about what I found out?” Stella leaned in immediately. “I do.” Weston felt a tinge of jealousy at the sight of her being so excited. “Aren’t you being a tad too good to Roger?” “We are family. It’s only natural that we treat each other well,” Stella said. Weston paused for a moment without responding to her immediately. It’s only natural to treat family members well. He chewed on Stella’s words and couldn’t help but feel a sense of irony in it. “Not necessarily. Many family members end up stabbing each other in the back for self-interest.” Stella furrowed her brows. “That shouldn’t be so. Most families I know live peacefully and harmoniously with each other.” Although such family dramas were commonplace on television, she still held onto the belief that most ordina

Guinevere leaned against his shoulder and looked at the flabbergasted Wendy. She had once been the queen of the entertainment circle in her heyday. Now, it seemed like her glamor was only in appearances. They exchanged glances. Guinevere acted as if she just spotted Wendy and anxiously pushed Chris away. “Auntie…” Chris’ back stiffened and he broke out in cold sweat as he straightened himself. He turned his head stiffly over and saw Wendy standing right behind him. Guilt crept up his heart. “Wendy…” He clenched his fists and forced himself to calm down. “Why did you come down? It’s very cold and windy outside…” He stepped forward. Wendy looked at Chris walking nearer to her with a smile on her face. “Nothing. I just didn’t see both of you in the house and was wondering where you two had gone.” Chris immediately put up a front and held her hands up with a smile. “I came out to take a call and saw Gwen tending to the garden. I was worried that she would tire herself