Mr. Ford Is Jealouss by Boad

Chapter 37

Lucas waited for his wife to sit before taking a seat opposite her; his expression stoic and unchanged the entire time. “She’s Yvonne’s friend,” Lucas told Weston as he sat down. “Don’t mind it too much.”

Stella frowned ever so slightly when she heard the word “stranger” coming from Weston’s mouth, but she still wouldn’t look at him. She sat down stiffly at the dining table, her ears ringing from the absurdity of the situation. Never in a thousand years would she have guessed that Lucas’s guests were Weston Ford and Guinevere Cohen.

Weston had noticed her the second she appeared. Naturally, Guinevere did too. The moment she saw Stella, her body stiffened , sure that she’d just seen a ghost! Blood drained from her face, and she stared at the woman like a hawk. It was only when they were all seated that she realized she was covered in goosebumps.

That face… there could be no mistake. She would never forget that woman’s face! But how could Stella Sealey be here? Wasn’t she already dead?

Although Guinevere’s backwas soaked in a cold sweat, she had been in the entertainment industry for many years, and she could take this much without losing control. Once she regained her senses, her first instinct was to check for Weston’s reactions. When she saw that his eyes had been glued on the woman the whole time, her fists tightened. She even clenched her teeth.

she still be…

lost all control. Her mind was now blank. All she could

Yvonne. She could sense that something weird was happening but was

a shake of her head. She seemed utterly nonchalant, but under the table, her fingernails dug

away from Stella at that moment. Then her gaze turned

is she?” Guinevere demanded tersely as she glared at Yvonne

instinctively backed away. Lucas noticed this and frowned frustratedly. He put himself between his wife and Guinevere, shielding her from Guinivere’s glare, which Lucas sensed as malicious. “Miss Cohen,” he said, “you can speak to me

since Lucas was Henry Moore’s attending doctor, and Henry Moore was

as the host, she let the matter slide and introduced her friend

silently. The name left a bitter taste in her mouth. But she gradually calmed down and took another