Mr. Ford Is Jealous

Chapter 475 

With the club packed to its brim like canned sardines, there was no guarantee that they wouldn’t bump into an acquaintance here, which would cause more trouble. Stella definitely  didn’t want that. 

“If you’re worried about people recognizing us,” said Weston, stroking her hair gently, “then just relax and have fun. Let me deal with the rest.” “No,” she shook her head. “It’s fine. I don’t like this kind of place anyway.” “You don’t? Why did you come here then?” “Only because it looked exciting. We didn’t even have that much fun the last time I was here with Yvonne.” Weston suddenly stopped in his tracks and gave Stella a strange look. “Why not?” he asked. “Did you not like that pianist?” “I was only enjoying the music he played,” she grumbled, glaring at him. “Why did you have to use that accusatory tone with me?” 

Weston had put it as if she had cheated on him with that pianist. 

“Just remember not to do that kind of thing again,”he warned her, pinching her nose. “You know I don’t like it.” 

his possessiveness more boldly in front of her now. Stella said nothing. Though she didn’t like it, she had no intention of disobeying him. As they made their way to the private lounge, Stella droned on about Yvonne. “The last time I was on the phone with her, she was fighting with her husband again. I wonder if they’ve made up by now…”

to her. His expressions were calm, and he kept his replies short and simple. After a while, he rubbed his temples, looked at her, and asked, “Is she so great that you have to keep talking about her?” “Mm-hmm!” Stella nodded. “She’s probably the only friend I have in this city.” As she spoke, she

was worried that she would cause Yvonne trouble, even if Yvonne had never taken any of these things to heart. With this in mind, Stella suddenly turned to Weston and told him, “Can I ask you to keep the things between us between ourselves and not

up trying to protect Yvonne. He went silent for a while before asking her, “Do you really think of me as the kind of person who likes to harass people for my own amusement?”

her lips and said nothing.

he was a ruthless man not to be messed with. “Don’t worry,” he assured her. “I know she’s your friend, so I won’t do anything to her as