Mr. Ford Is Jealous

Chapter 59

“You could have rejected her invitation.” “Even if I did, she would be able to find another way to probe me,” Stella said mockingly, “Mr. Ford, you’re very similar to her. You should be aware of how people like you and Ms. Cohen behave. Even though I refuse to meet with you, I find myself in your car against my will.”

Free will was a false notion given the difference in their status.

It was a pity that Stella only understood this cruel reality after paying a hefty price. The car stopped in a suburban neighborhood.

It was a relatively deserted place, with no cars in sight even after a long period.

Weston flicked the ashes of his cigarette as smoke wrapped around his fingers. The deep, dark lines along his side profile looked even more mysterious under the smoke.

Stella waited for a long while, but he never opened his mouth. She unfastened her seatbelt. “Mr. Ford, what exactly do you want?” “Keep away from Gwen.”

The four words sliced through her heart like a knife.

Stella’s eyes trembled. Her heart had long been torn to pieces; how could she still feel that subtle throb of pain? But it was subtle and no longer as deep and searing as before.

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his arm back into the car.

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me to an even further and more secluded city? Or even to another country? You should have considered something like this happening by settling us down in Freemont City.” No one

out between his fingers. Emotions stirred deep within his dark eyes, but it was

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the time he snapped back to attention, he was clear about only one thing: He had to keep

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