Mr. Ford Is Jealouss by Boad

Chapter 15

he would say nothing. After he came over, his gaze fell onto Henry’s hand that was grabbing Stella’s wrist, and his eyes darkened. “Have you gotten desperate after being in a wheelchair for so long and never met any women lately?” His faint voice resonated in the air. Stella could hear the mockery in his words and she abruptly flung away Henry’s hand. “Weston!” She had tried to hold herself back but she couldn’t conceal the rage in her voice. However, as if he couldn’t sense her anger, Weston glanced at her passively. “Hm?” Stella suddenly calmed down after seeing his nonchalant expression. She looked him straight in the eyes and said, “Looks like Mr. Ford understands his friend well.” Her tone was light, neither humble nor arrogant, but it pricked. “Since Mr. Ford understands him well enough to know that he’s not desperate enough to pick someone like me, this makes me curious. You’re both friends, so why are Mr. Ford’s standards so much lower than Mr. Moore’s? Or has Mr. Ford always been this desperate?” Her tone was faint and didn’t sound aggressive, but the sarcasm in her words was obvious. Henry was only staying next to her and Weston called him desperate. Then what about him prior to this? What he had done to Stella… was far worse compared to this! Weston raised an eyebrow. “You seem to have complaints about me.” During their marriage, he had gotten used to Stella’s meek personality and had rarely heard her speak with such sarcasm. Stella’s gaze darkened and her lips curled up. “I wouldn’t dare. Mr. Ford has provided me accommodation and paid for Roger’s medical bills. I’m very grateful to him.” Having said that, she took a step back. “I have something to attend to so I won’t disturb you two. Goodbye.” Weston was indifferent the entire time as if he didn’t mind her leaving. Henry pushed his wheelchair around as he watched Stella leave. His lips curled up into a faint smile. “Looks like she’s really just a toy to pass time. It’s no wonder I’ve never heard you mention her or take her out to meet us even after so long. And she’s so easy to dismiss.” “Gwen didn’t disappoint me after all. She’s really quick in defending her territory.” Weston snorted. He was about to light a cigarette when he remembered that this was a hospital. So he gave up on the notion. “How long do you plan to stay in this wheelchair?” “What’s the hurry?” Henry looked relaxed. “It’s only for a few years. I’ve gotten used to life in a wheelchair now.” “Don’t tell me that you plan to stay crippled if she doesn’t come back.” Weston’s cold voice contained undisguised mockery. Henry’s face immediately fell. The leisured look on his face was gone and a hint of hostility flashed in his eyes. This seemingly ethereal man in a wheelchair possessed methods and cruelty that struck fear in the entire city of Ahn. Only Weston could openly take a jab at him on where it hurts. Henry stopped and regained his usual indifference. He looked at Weston. “There’s something I wanted to ask you.” “Spill.” “You spoil and pamper Gwen so much, so why did you suddenly go off and marry another woman?” He paused for a moment and suddenly narrowed his eyes.