Mr. Ford Is Jealouss by Boad
Chapter 258
Chapter 258 It was only after Weston left that Henry snickered and said with a hoarse voice, “What do you know? She can’t possibly die.”
That woman was just like a cockroach. How could she die?
After he said that, he was immersed in the shadows.
The sunlight outside was pleasant, but it could not shine on his body.
The sunlight shone through the window, slicing the ward into halves of light and darkness.
He stayed in the darkness for a long time, and when he reached out, wanting to touch the sunlight outside, it was as if he was forever separated by a barrier.
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Near the end of the afternoon, Stella texted Roger.
“I need to go on a business trip this evening so I can’t go home. Please be good when you are at home alone.”
She had had a meal and chatted with him for a long time this afternoon
he did not say anything and simply reminded her to take
a breath and thought for a while before telling the chauffeur to send
the sofa in a daze, she approached her and asked, “Ms. Steele, would you like to eat
fine.” Then, she glanced at the clock. “What time is it?” “It’s almost dinner. I’ll cook after I finish my work
got up. “No, you go and do
cook.”
was a bit taken aback. “This is not in accordance with the contract. Mr. Ford hired
smiled at her. “He told you to take care
something like that, Joan hesitated for
of the kitchen. “Don’t worry. He won’t say
she closed the
being processed in the sink. It seemed Joan had prepared them for
Stella decided to use them
Weston returned to the villa, Joan greeted
ear about Stella’s strange behavior today. The
not
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