Mr. Ford Is Jealous

Chapter 210

As the image floated in her thoughts, a wave of nausea washed over her. She covered her mouth and ran outside. After a while, vomiting noises could be heard coming from the toilet. Weston’s eyes darkened, looking at the undisturbed tableware as he stood up. He strode to the washroom and squatted beside her and patted her back gently. Nothing came out of her retching. Her stomach appeared to be intertwined, making her nauseous, and tears streamed down her cheeks from pain. Seeing her in pain, he said solemnly, “I’ll fire Joan.” He believed that the dishes had caused the violent reaction. However, Stella instantly grabbed his wrist and shook her head. “It’s not… because of her. The dishes… she makes… suit my taste…” She kept pausing as she spoke. Weston immediately tied her hair behind and handed her a glass of water. After she finished rinsing her mouth, he said to her, “Don’t force yourself, and tell me if you feel any discomfort.” She nodded and said, “It’s really not because of Joan. It’s my own problem…” After she came to her senses, she stood up. He was still standing beside her. “I’m really fine. Don’t worry.” She forced a smile at him. His gaze was still fixed on her. Seeing that her hair was sticking on her face, he reached out to help her tidy it. His fingers ran on her face, and she grabbed his hands. “Let’s continue eating.” Weston, having lost all mood, basically stared at her the entire time. Only when he saw that she seemed fine and was eating a lot more than usual that he calmed down. 

Joan was waiting on call in the villa. When she heard about Stella’s reaction, she was a bit nervous. Later, after she saw Stella eating with delight, she breathed a sigh of relief. 

She had been in this business for many years, and unlike the expected qualifications for the service industry, she had actually graduated from a famous school. 

she decided to join the industry, studying for many years to obtain a certificate as a qualified nutritionist. She had a

as Weston, not to

was cleaning the table, she even said to Stella, “If Ms. Steele has any dissatisfaction, please tell me directly, so I can improve my work.” Stella nodded. She was suddenly envious of Joan when she

her job, solely concentrating on improving her

on their families, their husbands,

Stella, only work could make her