Mr. Ford Is Jealouss by Boad

Chapter 18

balcony and rubbed the point between his eyebrows, feeling tired. The door to his room was pushed open. Assuming it was a servant, he asked, “What is it?” Guinevere’s hand on the door frame tightened before she put on a smile. “Can’t I see you without a reason?” They would be married soon and her stomach was getting bigger, but it was amusing that they were still sleeping in separate rooms. The Cohen family had been busy planning their marriage. Guinevere’s mother assumed that they would be sleeping together, so when Weston mentioned wanting to sleep in the guest room instead, the expressions on Guinevere’s parents’ faces immediately faltered. Guinevere got annoyed by this and was peeved at Weston for a few days. Alas, it was Grandma Cohen who reasoned with Guinevere. “We have many people at home, and your aunts and uncles are watching. Since both of you aren’t married yet, it makes sense to sleep in separate rooms. Moreover, Weston is still young and vigorous, but you’re pregnant…” Then, she revealed a knowing smile and patted the back of Guinevere’s hand. “What if you accidentally go overboard, and end up hurting the baby?” Guinevere blushed and lowered her head, but her mouth felt bitter. Grandma Cohen was only trying to comfort her in the first half of her talk. They already had a child together before marriage, so it seemed amusing for them to be concerned about sharing a room before marriage. As for the second half of Grandma Cohen’s talk… Guinevere heaved a sigh. Looking at the strikingly tall figure standing on the balcony, the man could look proud and dignified even in a simple white shirt. With a face that was much more exquisite than popular male celebrities and such flawless features, this man could easily draw everyone’s attention even without his family background, wealth, skills, and capabilities. Guinevere took a deep breath as a sense of fear and impulse suddenly welled up in her heart. A moment later, she strode over and hugged his waist. “Weston… We haven’t done it since that night. I had too much to drink back then, so I don’t remember what had happened. If it wasn’t because I got pregnant, I would’ve assumed it was just a dream…” Right after she said that, she felt the man stiffen as if he was repulsed by her contact. Her heart sank. She closed her eyes and tossed aside her dignity to mumble, “Weston, I’m now six months in. The doctor says we can if we do it gently. I want…” “This isn’t important,” Weston interrupted her gently. He sounded kind and patient, but there was a hint of detachment in his tone. “Gwen, there’s no need for you to bear excessive risk.” His words sounded considerate, but they turned Guinevere’s heart cold. She retracted her hands as sensibility returned to her. Then, she smiled at him. “You’re right. We have a whole life ahead of us, so there’s no need to rush.” Despite saying that, her eyes were filled