Mr. Ford Is Jealouss by Boad

Chapter 235

She fell in love with Weston first. She acknowledged that. The person who fell in love first and loved deeper would always suffer more. Guinevere had accepted that fact. She had come this far. It was too late for her to go back anymore. “I’m going to see a psychiatrist today. Mom, if it’s okay, can you come with me? Weston is very busy at work.” Wendy paused when she heard Guinevere referring to her as “Mom” directly. She looked up

and glanced at Guinevere with a doubtful look Guinevere acted like it was nothing strange. She just looked back at Wendy with a natural smile on her face. “What’s wrong, Mom?” Wendy withdrew her gaze and put the breakfast down from her hands. She had suddenly lost all her appetite. However, Guinevere was still waiting for her answer. After a long pause, Wendy nodded. “Sure, but remember to ask Weston to go with you next time.” “I’ll let him know when he’s not busy at work,” Guinevere promised. Wendy got up. “I’m done eating. I’ll go to the children’s room and check on Zack.”

about her state yesterday. She sat down and said, “I’ll see him

smile gradually disappeared when she looked at Wendy’s back. She looked at the breakfast

saw Roger come out with breakfast. “Sis, you’re awake?” “Why did you get up so early?” Stella asked, and her expression suddenly tumed serious.“ Don’t you have class?” Roger knew she would say that. He smiled helplessly and said, “I don’t have morning classes today. Did you forget?” Stella looked at the class schedule hanging on the wall. “Really? You don’t have class on Mondays?” “We usually have no classes on odd weeks.” Roger took off his apron and walked over to Stella.

across from him. He asked, “How’s my cooking? Did it get

tell?” “Can’t you taste my love for you?” Stella laughed out loud. “When did you learn to be so expressive?” Before their parents’ passing, the two of them had always bickered with each other. Later, they lived together and relied on each other. During the process, they became more considerate of each other. Even so, they occasionally bickered like before when they were relaxed. Stella felt like life had color only in Roger’s presence. This was the