Mr. Ford Is Jealous

Chapter 57

Guinevere saw the subtle change in Stella’s eyes, and she gradually straightened herself up,” Ella…”

Stella composed herself, hiding all traces of emotions from her face. She rested her chin on her hands and asked pensively, “Ms. Cohen, why are you sharing all these with me?”

Guinevere’s chest that had tightened upon seeing the expression on Stella’s face just now relaxed.

This Ella always gave a strange vibe, and she couldn’t help but associate her with Stella.

Now that she observed her reaction towards her words, she looked like she genuinely did not care about what happened to Stella…was she really not Stella?

Guinevere opened her mouth, “Pardon me, it must be because I think you look so much like her that I couldn’t help but share a little more…” “There’s no point sharing so much with me. I’m not her.”

Stella cut her off, “Also, I’m not so close to you, Ms. Cohen. Not everyone throws themselves at every famous celebrity they come across and clamor to hear such meaningless gossip. If you

mportant to say, Ms. Cohen, please don’t bother me while I’m at work.”

With that, she stood up and pulled out some notes from her purse, which she placed on the table under her coffee cup. “This money should be sufficient for my share.”

Guinevere alone at the table, staring at her back

past would never speak to someone

bills under the coffee cup and shut her

at a strand of hair lying in her hands, and her eyes grew

simple DNA comparison would reveal the answer as to whether they are one and the

Right before work ended.

belongings and was about to leave when she heard someone calling out

the woman gossiping about her this

eyes, and her smile faded

amused by her question. “What’s that got to

behind her back, yet now she was trying to pretend like they

the rest of us…” Not bothered to argue with her, Stella stood up and left, irritated. Joyce was still mumbling something under her breath when she saw that Stella had closed the door in her face. “That whore!” she sputtered with a nasty expression. “What’s there to be

The door closed.

insults sounded through the

her eyes and walked forward,