Mr. Ford Is Jealouss by Boad

Chapter 656

Guinevere’s face froze. A moment later, she instinctively furrowed her brows.

Naturally repulsed at the sight of Stella, she was about to say something when she remembered that Weston was still next to her. She collected herself, pretended not to see Stella, and continued talking to Weston.

“The dishes were not bad today. What did you think?”

Weston couldn’t see Stella from his angle. “Let’s go to the car?” he said mildly, ignoring her question.

Guinevere held onto his arm intimately. “Let’s go for a stroll together, okay?”

Weston frowned and glanced at his watch.

Guinevere knew that it meant that he needed to return to work. She tightened her grip over his arm, saying coquettishly, “We haven’t been on a date for so long, and it’s so rare that we leave Zack behind at home to just enjoy each other’s company. Can’t you stay with me a while longer?”

“Where do you want to go for a walk?”

The two of them began walking over.

retracted her gaze upon hearing their

did not want either of

hear their conversation as she deliberately led Weston toward

shrieked, prompting Weston to instinctively reach out

and Stella stumbled a few steps

over at

immediately lowered her head so that he wouldn’t see her

Stella and immediately leaned into his arms, moaning in pain, “I

look at her, his

She sighed. “I probably sprained my ankle. What

hauled her up in his arms. “Be more careful

point of being in Weston’s arms, Guinevere

them another gaze and simply walked in the opposite direction. Guinevere suddenly thought of something and looked in

Weston remained silent.

they arrived at the parking lot, he settle Guinevere onto the seat and instructed the driver to start the engine. Guinevere was rather confused upon seeing him looking like he was leaving. She grabbed a corner of his shirt.“ Aren’t you going back with me?” “Are you not done with acting yet?” Weston looked down at her, his eyes looking both sympathetic and heartless at the same time. Guinevere

you shouldn’t be doing.” Guinevere’s eyes shifted. “I really don’t understand what you’re saying. Do you think I was pretending to sprain my foot? Yes, I did exaggerate things, but I really injured my ankle. I merely needed