Mr. Ford Is Jealous

Chapter 39

It was just a tiny gesture. Nobody had noticed it, except Guinevere. She clenched her fists. Her eyes darkened. She glanced at Stella, then turned to Weston. Weston didn’t seem to notice the change in her moods. He remained as calm and unbothered as ever, as if nothing out of ordinary had happened all evening.

He didn’t think of anything either when he handed her the napkin, although he did sweep a glance over her outfit today… The dress suited her very well indeed. She never dressed up like this in the past.

Weston retracted his gaze. A sense of restlessness crept up over him when he saw Stella’s trembling eyelashes. Meanwhile, Yvonne was oblivious to what was going on and was just amused by Stella’s reaction. 

“What’s wrong with my suggestion?” she teased. 

“You’re so pretty and so young, you can’t be planning to spend the rest of your life single! You’ll need to find someone eventually and the sooner you find him, the longer you’ll be able to enjoy the romance!” Stella giggled but said nothing. 

“Don’t be so shy!” Yvonne pressed on. 

“I know lots of handsome guys! I can set you up with any kind of guy you like — ” Before she could finish her sentence, Lucas stuffed broccoli into her mouth. 

“Ngghh…”

at being interrupted mid-sentence. Lucas, however, calmly ignored his wife’s scowl and kept on eating his food. “Don’t talk while you chew,” he said nonchalantly Yvonne grunted in disapproval, but still didn’t argue any further and just

at her food and he would frown slightly

look headstrong, Yvonne actually always respected Lucas. Stella looked on at the happy couple and admired how well they got along. The sight was so sweet that she just

someone else to no end. Guinevere didn’t care whether this woman was Stella or not. The fact that she looked exactly like Stella meant that this woman was a

from Weston’s life the moment she fell down that building. She should not suddenly reappear

but the man beside her was so indifferent and calm that she didn’t think it would be good

like that in front of Dr. Quirk, Yvonne!” said Guinevere suddenly with a smile after a long pause. “Aren’t you afraid that he’ll get jealous because you know so many handsome

words got Yvonne’s attention. She leaned

eating silently. Yvonne leaned even closer to him, prompting him

you mind your manners and

exclaimed, not angry at all that her husband just pushed her