Mr. Ford Is Jealouss by Boad

Chapter 12

are you thinking about Stella?” The man abruptly lifted his head, his gaze tensed up for a moment there. The veins on his temples were throbbing as if he was trying to suppress something. After a while, he forced out the words, “Don’t mention her name.” Guinevere wanted to say more but kept quiet when she saw how solemn he looked. She could only endure her turbulent emotions. “Alright, let’s not mention her anymore. Weston, let’s forget about the past and start over.” Forget about the past and start over… huh? Weston said nothing. He merely closed his eyes as his temples throbbed painfully. His emotions were a mess and too many images were flashing through his mind. But they all stopped at the image of a crying face that was trying to stay strong… Stella. She was pregnant. Weston suddenly reached up to unbutton his collar and loosen up his tie. Perhaps it was due to being in an enclosed space, but he found it hard to breathe for some reason. The child was an accident. It would only mess up their original plan and pace for both him and Stella. But it seemed like she really wanted to keep the baby… Weston’s eyelids felt heavy and he massaged the point between his eyebrows. *** Golden Eve Apartment was located in a wealthy neighborhood far away from the city and was exceptionally quiet. The top two floors were where Weston frequently stayed. As he was constantly busy with work and frequently traveled abroad, he was here most of the time aside from being at the Ford family mansion and Stardust Mansion where Stella stayed. Before they got out of the car, after much consideration, Guinevere decided to give up on holding herself back. “Weston, I’ve never been to your apartment before… We’ll be getting married soon, so can I go and take a look?” Weston did notice the hint and shyness in her eyes, but he had no intention of complying. “You’re pregnant so the apartment is very inconvenient for you. There are people to take care of you at the family mansion, so I’ll get the driver to send you back.” While it sounded like he was being considerate, Guinevere’s expression immediately fell. She put on a straight face and said, “Alright, I understand.” Weston knew he should say something to comfort her, but he didn’t do anything as he watched her get into the car and leave. As the car drove away, all he could hear after that was the sound of the engine. The streetlights in the area were warm, and Stella’s image suddenly appeared before Weston. He turned around and a familiar steel gate seemed to manifest with Stella standing there, waiting for him to come home. After just an instant, that silhouette disappeared. Weston subconsciously stopped as a feeling of annoyance surfaced in his chest. *** His minimalistic living room only had basic furniture so it was quite spacious and vacant. Weston sat at the bar and took out a bottle of aged red wine given to him by a business partner from the wine cabinet. He propped his elbow on top of the