Semua Bab Mr. Ford Is Jealous: Bab 921 - Bab 930

He could no longer control Weston. The man had a mind of his own. “Married… he’s getting married…” Guinevere stumbled backward, tears welling up in her eyes as tears streamed down her cheeks. “I wore a wedding gown, excitedly waiting to marry him. Yet now, I’m sitting here seeing him marry another woman…” It had been her lifelong dream to marry Weston Ford. Ever since she landed her eyes upon Weston, she had fantasized about this day, where he would hold her hand and walk down the red-carpeted aisle. Her father would give him her hand in marriage, and Weston would swear before the priest that he would take care of her forever and be her partner for life. Yet, her dream was now about to go to another woman. The fragrant, fresh flowers, the billowy wedding gown, and all the applause were supposed to be hers. Yet, now, she was a mere outsider who couldn’t even enter the doors of this grand wedding. She could only stand outside and witness them exchanging their vows. Li

Chris furrowed his brows. “Given her status, why would she need you guys to keep an eye on her? She is Ms. Cohen, for goodness’ sake. Back off, all of you!” “But Mr. Ford gave us clear instructions to…” Chris rubbed the space between his brows. “I know what you are all worried about… that she would cause a scene, right? I’m here now. Nothing’s going to happen, okay?” Ben thought that what Chris said made sense. Although Chris had always been biased toward Guinevere, would he allow her to do something so rash at this critical point that might put both families’ reputations at stake? He wouldn’t be so foolish. Therefore, Ben nodded and left with his subordinates. Upon seeing them leave the room, Chris walked to Guinevere and helped her up from the floor. “Do you love Weston that much? You clearly know that he only loves Ella…” He was still used to calling her Ella. Guinevere finally responded at the mention of Ella’s name as bitter hatred flashed in her eyes. “What righ

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 d

That thought made her feel less depressed. But what followed was an even deeper indignance gnawing at her heart. As Xavier’s girlfriend, she was not far from the ultimate position she coveted in her heart. Even someone like Stella could assume that position. Why not her? … After going through Weston’s family members, it was time to go through Stella’s side of the family. Stella had no family members, and she’d only invite Roger to this wedding over her dead body. The Sealey family had tried to contact her countless times after learning about her engagement with Weston. They wanted to express their sincerest apologies over what happened back then and beg her to return to the Sealey family. But Stella didn’t find that necessary. Back then, when they chased her out of the house, she made a pact never to return. She simply said she had no other relatives besides her parents. As such, she only invited a few friends to the wedding. Yvonne sat next to Angelina, and t

Stella knew that he was making things difficult for her because she attempted to escape the wedding. But now that things had come to this point, there was no use explaining herself further. She just hoped that he would not implicate another innocent person. Spring was upon them, and it felt relatively warm in the garden. The golden sunlight shone on the two as they stood facing each other, creating an ethereally stunning scene. Weston looked into her eyes, his golden brown eyes reflecting the light from the sun. He lifted his hand, and the handcuffs between them clanked noisily. He caressed her cheeks tenderly with his handcuffed palm. “I suppose I don’t need to remind you about what happens after the wedding ceremony.” Stella’s eyes shifted. Her other hand hung weakly by her side. A moment later, she lifted it and held his ring finger. “Are we going to the room right now? The guests…” Before she completed her sentence, Weston carried her in his arms and strode off.