Mr. Ford Is Jealouss by Boad

Chapter 483

Chris was a relatively good fighter, and he managed to bring the man down after a while. Recalling that there was a woman standing behind him, he looked at Daisy with annoyance.” Make yourself clear. Are you breaking up with this man today?” He never knew that Daisy was in such a terrible relationship. Why was she willing to be with someone so unsavory, someone who had, in turn, rejected him so many times?”

How was he inferior to this man? He felt a deep wave of disappointment engulf him. Although he originally didn’t harbor deep feelings for this woman, he now felt utterly wronged and aggrieved. “If you continue missing him and going back to him, I’ll never interfere in your affairs from now on. If you intend to make a clean break, I’ll make sure you keep your word and won’t let this go until it happens!” He could tell that Daisy really wanted to break things off with this man, just that she lacked the resolve to

He had never seen a woman like that in his life.

The women who surrounded him were all open-minded and were willing to let things slide. They weren’t clingy and wearisome and knew how to keep the relationship transactional-a win-win for all parties.

Daisy. Daisy’s eyes turned red as she looked at the menacing look on the man’s face. Determination washed over her as she took a

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can and don’t let me see you ever again. Otherwise, I’ll beat you up each time I see you.” The man, disgruntled, crawled up from the ground and spat out some blood. Yet, there was nothing he could do in face of the tempestuous Chris except to concede for the moment. He glared at Daisy and warned, “Daisy, just you wait! You’ll regret this someday!” Chris lurched towards the man, as if planning to

in was the direction that Stella walked from. When

to vent his anger, the man felt frustration rising in him upon

a huge vase behind her. She gasped, feeling pain so severe that it made her see stars. The vase wobbled and crashed loudly onto the floor. Weston lifted his head and looked in her direction. When he saw Stella, he shuddered and rushed to her side. “Stella!” Weston carried her in his arms, his brows tightly knotted with anxiety. “Are you hurt? Do you feel bad? I’ll bring

he hauled

Stella shook her head.

time to recover. She collected