Mr. Ford Is Jealous

Chapter 38

A shadow seemed to fall on Weston’s face for a moment, but he remained silent through it all. He calmly regarded Stella in scrutiny while Stella sat beside Yvonne in silence, as if she did not notice him staring at her. Stella would never have guessed that the guests Yvonne talked about were Weston and Guinevere. What a small world it was! She thought of the irony of them meeting again, when Weston was so adamant about sending her off out of his sight. Despite everything, Stella was curious to see how Weston would react next, now that he’d seen her.

“I had the same thoughts myself when I first met Ella!” said Yvonne with some astonishment. “She looked just like a friend of mine! I guess it is a strange coincidence. I never thought that two people who aren’t twins could look so much alike. It was weird enough that I knew someone who looked like Ella. I can’t believe that you know someone who looks like her too!”

Yvonne then turned towards Stella and studied her face.

“Such a pretty face… I can’t believe there’d be so many people who look like this!”

Stella couldn’t help but snicker. “You’re only saying that to flatter me, aren’t you?” she teased Yvonne.

at all. She put her arm around Stella’s shoulders and said, “I’m only speaking

Could this woman really not be

are the guests that I

Weston Ford, and with him is the superstar Guinevere Cohen.

and smiled at the couple. “Um… so is he your boyfriend or fiance?” Guinevere turned pale and silent. She gazed at Weston. It was a meaningful gaze. Anyone would’ve guessed what the gaze meant just

soon! When is the wedding going to be?” Only then did Weston draw his eyes away from Stella. “In two months,” he answered plainly without a thread of emotion. “So soon?

“It’s only a simple ceremony, after all.” “So when are you two getting a marriage

instantly got tense. Guinevere’s countenance displayed an

a hurry,”

to tell that as soon as Weston uttered those words, Guinevere’s mood changed drastically. It didn’t matter how good an actress she was; the shift was too striking to slip through a woman’s