Mr. Ford Is Jealous

Chapter 719

Chris Ford had been concealing his feeling of guilt from the start, yet when Wendy unknowingly revealed the truth that he’d been so anxious to hide, he acted like a cat whose tail had just been trampled and exploded with anger. 

“I’m sick of you speaking nonsense like that all the time!” he snarled, “You know how ridiculous you’re being! Zack is our own grandson. Why would it be so weird that I’m concerned about him?” 

Wendy said nothing in reply. She removed the treatment mask and wiped her face with a clean cotton pad. Then, she picked up another bottle of skincare product, poured the content onto her palm, and began rubbing it on her skin. 

Chris walked up to her and grabbed her wrist, 

“You have to come with me and talk some sense into Father!” he barked. “We have to explain everything to him. Even if Weston and Guinevere’s engagement has been broken off, we still can’t let a woman like Ella Steele be with our son!” 

“You go and tell him yourself!” Wendy shoved his hand off her impatiently. “I don’t want to upset Father.” 

“WENDY!!!” 

had yelled at Wendy in such a manner since they’d gotten married. “I’m truly disappointed in you!” “You should know you’re not getting any younger!” he added. For some reason, the sight of her smearing creams and lotions on her face filled him with a wave of

them onto the floor. “Fine!” she shouted. “Why don’t you go on and find a young woman then? Why are you still wasting your time with an old woman

a period of time had passed, even those as guilty as sin would get impatient and start getting angry. Chris stormed out of the room, leaving

in a nearby storeroom when she heard Chris’s approaching footsteps. She only came out when she

intention to interfere with the relationship between Chris and Wendy, but even she could sense, just from overhearing their quarrel just now, that Chris and Guinevere had a peculiarly close relationship. But she thought nothing more of it and was about to return to her room when the sound of a crying baby

“Waaa! Waaa!” 

the door open that it had woken Zach up. Children his age tended to make a lot of fuss when they got upset, especially when awakened from sleep. Wendy was startled by Zach’s loud cries. She massaged her temples and let out a heavy sigh before putting on a shawl and rushing out of the room. “I’m coming. I’m coming…” “He’s been woken

Zach into her arms and cooed softly

calm him down.

milk bottle over,” she instructed the nanny as