Semua Bab Mr. Ford Is Jealous: Bab 491 - Bab 500

Weston did not want to stick around any longer and stood up while delivering his instructions, “Settle this cleanly and don’t make me step in. You know that I know no limits.” “Of course,” Chris reassured him. “You can rest easy with me on this case.” Weston scoffed but didn’t say anything further. He picked up his coat and turned to leave. At Stardust Mansion. Stella fell asleep in the car, and by the time she woke up, she found herself lying on the bed in her room. She opened her eyes blearily and rubbed them as she shook herself awake. That was when she remembered what had happened. As she glanced at the clock, she realized it was already evening. She never expected that she’d sleep for so long. A moment later, she heard footsteps coming from the corridor outside. Stella subconsciously shut her eyes and smoothened her blanket, pretending she was still asleep. The footsteps outside gradually became lighter. By the time they entered the room, they were almost inaud

Joan anxiously looked out of the window. “I wonder if the snow will melt by the end of the workday. We are far from the city center, and I hope the driver is extra careful…” Stella, dressed in casual home clothes, curled up on the couch, reading her script. However, Joan’s words caused her to lift her head and look out the window. The snow appeared to have stopped falling, but the ice on the road still hadn’t fully melted away. She pursed her lips. “Joan, help me grab the car keys, please.” Joan immediately stopped what she was doing, asking, “Ms. Steele, what are you planning? Just let the driver do his job. It snowed so heavily, and the streets are unsafe.” “I’ll fetch Weston from work,” Stella replied. Joan appeared stunned for a moment before a smile spread across her face. “Ms. Steele, I’m sure Mr. Ford will be delighted to know of your good intentions. But I’m also sure he would prefer you remain safe in the house.” Stella pursed her lips again as she thought abou

Although it was bitterly cold and snow was falling heavily outside, it was warm and comfortable inside the car, and her hands shouldn’t have been that cold. Weston had changed the subject so quickly that Stella could tell he didn’t want to continue arguing about her driving. She shook her head and said, “My hands have always been this cold.” His brows furrowed even together. He remembered that Stella did not have such a condition in the past. A thought came to his mind, and his face turned downcast. The air in the car turned colder. Stella used to hate such an atmosphere. Yet now, she did not want to reduce the guilt that Weston felt for her, and she looked straight into his eyes. She knew that Weston recalled something. Because of that child, because she stopped at nothing to keep that child who was ruthlessly taken away from her and ended up as a pool of blood… She was left with such a condition after that time. Her limbs were cold throughout the year across all s

“Sounds like you have much experience in this area.” Stella looked at him smilingly. “Did you attract much attention when you weren’t wearing a ring?” Weston caressed her head. “There’s no difference whether I wear one or not.” There were hordes of women who wanted a relationship with him, whether he was married or not. “But you wearing a ring can help block off many ill-intentioned men…” “You should wear a ring with Guinevere,” Stella coldly cut him off. The temperature in the car dropped a few degrees. Stella knew that the mere mention of her name at this point was akin to pouring a bucket of cold water over Weston’s head. Yet, she still insisted on doing it to remind him that their relationship wasn’t a straightforward one. It was also not something she wanted. Weston sighed. “How many times do you need me to repeat myself before you understand? I’m not married to Guinevere.” Stella’s brows furrowed. “When are you getting married to her? I’ll send you a huge we

“What kind of jewelry are you looking for, Miss? Necklaces, earrings, rings, or bracelets?” All of the salespeople had gone through intensive training, and before Stella could react, she heard the saleswoman going on about the various classic styles as if reciting a textbook. However, she soon noticed that the saleswoman kept stealing furtive glances at Weston and suppressing the wave of emotions that she was clearly feeling. Many of the saleswomen were young ladies with a keen eye for luxury goods. Being immersed in the luxury goods industry, she could tell at a glance that Weston was decked out in opulence from head to toe. Many other salespersons were also guessing who Weston was. Many people knew about Weston Ford. As long as they paid attention to finance or entertainment news, they would’ve heard of the heir of the Ford family, whose wealth was comparable to that of small nations. Based on people who interviewed him in the past, he was apparently more handsome than ma