Mr. Ford Is Jealous

Chapter 848 

Stella and Yvonne were pulled out of their seats by their collars by their respective men. 

Both of them didn‘t look very happy. 

Their faces were dark, and the look in their eyes was complicated; they didn‘t even bother greeting each other before grabbing their women and stuffing them in their respective cars. 

Stella and Yvonne didn‘t dare to make a sound and obediently sat in the cars. 

Dr. Quirk settled Yvonne down and looked at Weston. “Mr. Ford, it‘s been a while.” 

One drove a silver Bugatti, while the other a black Mercedes Benz-both flashy and outstanding vehicles in their own right. 

The sight of both men standing outside their luxury cars attracted the attention of many women. 

Both, however, seemed to be used to being the center of attention and didn‘t seem to care for the adulation they were receiving. 

Weston nodded. “Dr. Quirk.” 

Lucas was Henry‘s lead doctor. Considered acquaintances, they would often gather with friends at Fern City as well. 

Due to Stella‘s past identity, Lucas always harbored a bias against her, not particularly fond of having Yvonne get too close to a kept woman. 

But now that the truth had come to light, he realized Stella‘s pitiful plight. 

naturally dispelled his previous bias

glanced into the car at Yvonne, who was wearing a piteous look on her face, before turning back to face Weston. “I‘ll bring her

nodded and turned to Stella. “Coincidentally, I have something to discuss with

Yvonne exchanged glances as they silently wished each other luck.

of the car, but Lucas pushed her head back into

“Sit properly.” 

brought his driver along this time.

the spacious rear passenger sears made it the suitable place for him to

you promise

the moment he

“I promised you that I wouldn‘t come to such a place, but...”

didn‘t do anything,” she immediately explained. “I merely agreed to meet

head throb.“ You could‘ve gone to a café or a private restaurant. Why must you come to such a place?”

“I like crowds...” 

like to play around.”

lack confidence?”

I only like to join in the fun

her forehead. “Do you really think

could it be, then?”

Yvonne was confused. 

any other

you‘re praising yourself? So confident that you‘ve got me in the palm

you