Mr. Ford Is Jealous

Chapter 656

Guinevere’s face froze. A moment later, she instinctively furrowed her brows. 

Naturally repulsed at the sight of Stella, she was about to say something when she remembered that Weston was still next to her. She collected herself, pretended not to see Stella, and continued talking to Weston. 

“The dishes were not bad today. What did you think?” 

Weston couldn’t see Stella from his angle. “Let’s go to the car?” he said mildly, ignoring her question. 

Guinevere held onto his arm intimately. “Let’s go for a stroll together, okay?” 

Weston frowned and glanced at his watch. 

Guinevere knew that it meant that he needed to return to work. She tightened her grip over his arm, saying coquettishly, “We haven’t been on a date for so long, and it’s so rare that we leave Zack behind at home to just enjoy each other’s company. Can’t you stay with me a while longer?” 

“Where do you want to go for a walk?” 

The two of them began walking over. 

her gaze upon hearing their conversation.

of them to notice her

to hear their conversation as she deliberately led Weston toward Stella. When she

shrieked, prompting Weston to instinctively reach out to steady

a few steps back. She stepped aside hurriedly with a hiss

looked over

head so that he wouldn’t see her face. She didn’t say a word

Stella and immediately leaned into his arms, moaning in pain, “I think I

turned back to look at her, his brow furrowing,”

probably not…” She sighed. “I probably sprained my

anything further but simply hauled her up in his arms. “Be more

being in Weston’s arms, Guinevere

opposite direction. Guinevere suddenly thought of something and looked in the direction that

Weston remained silent. 

was leaving. She grabbed a corner of his shirt.“ Aren’t you going back with me?” “Are you not done with acting yet?” Weston looked down at her, his eyes looking both sympathetic

heart what I said just now, that you truly understand what I mean, and stop spending unnecessary energy on things that you shouldn’t be doing.” Guinevere’s eyes shifted. “I really don’t understand what you’re saying. Do you think I was pretending to sprain my foot? Yes, I did exaggerate things, but I really injured my ankle. I merely needed your help to carry me back to the car.