Mr. Ford Is Jealous

Chapter 3 

As if she had sensed Stella’s gaze, the woman stopped.

Holding her phone in one hand, with delicate eyebrows and the glamor of a pampered face, she quickly cast Stella a glance before talking softly on the phone, saying, "I’ll wait for you at the hospital."

Then, she hung up and extended a hand at Stella, smiling as she said, "Hi, I’m Guinevere."

Stella was stunned.She extended her hand out of confusion and said, "Hi, I’m Stella…"

Guinevere only took Stella’s hand briefly before pulling away, frowning slightly.

After seeing how harmless Stella looked, her lips relaxed into a smile.

"It seems like I’ve misunderstood.When you were staring at me just now, I thought you were a fan who had recognized me and wanted my autograph."

Upon hearing this, Stella felt her hand that had just shaken Guinevere’s burn up. Her face flushed too.

"I’m sorry… I wasn’t staring at you on purpose."

She pursed her lips before telling the truth.

heard a familiar name… I’m sorry

smiled generously and said

misunderstanding, then.I was talking to my fiance.He doesn’t have many female friends, and I’m acquainted with all of them, so he’s probably not someone you know.You must have misheard." Stella nodded

slightly protruding stomach and she

must have heard

holding her sunglasses in one hand and noticed Stella’s gaze.She caressed her stomach

be able to hear the official announcement of

"Congratulations, Ms.Cohen."

But can you keep this a

troubled and

Stella grunted a reply.

"I won’t tell anyone."

she heaved a quiet sigh.She

family background,

be aware, but Stella had gone to the same school as he did, though their social circles were complete opposites.She could only ever watch him from afar, and had never imagined that she would one day marry

remembered how her relationship with Weston had begun… A few months ago, she

as she was worrying over the hospital fee, she saw a man in the corridor who seemed to be out there taking a breather.She had only wanted to find a secluded place to cry for a bit, but her gaze met Weston’s the

smoking a

fingertips and the rising white smoke further mystified