Mr. Ford Is Jealouss by Boad

Chapter 62

The Ford mansion.

Guinevere had just gotten the report. She turned each page slowly, scrutinizing each and every word.

They really were two different people. But how was that possible? It was indeed an outcome that she had hoped for, but it was all too outlandish. But still, everything had been spelled out in black and white, in the report in front of her, so it had to be true.

Guinevere sighed in relief. Thank goodness she wasn’t that woman. Thank goodness Ella Steele was just Ella Steele after all.

As long as she wasn’t Stella Sealey, she would pose no threat to her. She was just a woman who looked like Stella, that was all. Nothing to be worried about.

“What are you doing?” Weston asked, appearing seemingly out of nowhere just as she sighed. Guinevere’s heart skipped a beat but she managed to stay calm and show no emotions. “Nothing,” she replied, getting up and pretending to be tidying up the desk. “I was just reading my scripts.”

Weston usually showed no interest in her work, but as luck would have it, he seemed curious today and started walking towards her. As his footsteps approached, the tension in Guinevere’s body rose. She swiftly hid the report under a stack of paper, but Weston was already standing behind her.

the filming started?” he

Guinevere nodded.

a discussion about the script so I might as

reputation in the entertainment industry, and it was a reputation that didn’t come from

but his gaze moved from Guinevere’s face to the stack of paper on the

he said, before turning around and leaving

away. After sitting in silence for a while, she finally followed him out of the room. Before she closed the door, she glanced

Zack was crying noisily. Perhaps he had caught a cold last night when he was outside and had gotten ill –

sleep because of the noise–she carried Zack in her arms and paced around the living room trying to calm

night and you’ve done absolutely nothing! How could you be so calm and do nothing about it! Have you forgotten

and

up towards Wendy. “Let me