Mr. Ford Is Jealous

Chapter 991

Stella had only ever seen such a long table on TV. She never thought that there were people who would use it in real life. 

But the Fords were a large family that numbered in multitudes. Once all were at the table, Weston introduced some of his relatives to her. 

Stella, in turn, greeted them all politely. 

Clearly, they were all curious about her, though they maintained a friendly and courteous demeanor in front of her. 

Wendy made sure to express her satisfaction with her new daughter–in–law. The words she said were obviously a hint that the others should treat Stella well and build a good relationship with her. 

These people were all shrewd by nature and knew exactly how to read expressions. 

If there was one person there who clearly wore a forced smile, it was probably Guinevere. 

With Warren Ford there, she could just barely concoct a reason to join the family dinner. Besides, she was also Zachary Ford‘s biological mother, and since she was taking care of him today, it seemed reasonable that she 

would stay for the dinner that was meant only for the Ford family members. Stella could imagine now that if she were to continue living with Weston, Guinevere would take every chance and opportunity she got to appear in front of her. 

think that a grand wedding was not enough to make her give up, not even after the truth about what she

fact that they were enemies, Stella

seat and made a brief speech. The people around him started making a toast to his health , and soon, others joined in to wish him a happy

as long as she stayed by Weston‘s

person who attracted the most attention at

Since he was Warren‘s only great grandchild, he was naturally showered with adoration. “Great–grandpa!” the boy shouted as he climbed down from Guinevere‘s lap and darted

He picked

want to eat?” he asked Zack, pinching his chubby cheeks. “I‘ll give it

“why don‘t you put

joined in and

argued Warren. “How can a little boy be in

that he loved Zack very much by the way he would let him sit on his lap.

that, Guinevere made no more objections.

of this situation. Some of them looked at Guinevere with meaningful eyes and tried to start a conversation with her so she wouldn‘t feel so left out.

be said that she had a trump card that would forever make her at least a half–member

asked,

her head

her hand under the table and assured her,“ If you‘re feeling unwell, I can take you back to Stardust Mansion tomorrow.”