Mr. Ford Is Jealouss by Boad

Chapter 848

Stella and Yvonne were pulled out of their seats by their collars by their respective men.

Both of them didn‘t look very happy.

Their faces were dark, and the look in their eyes was complicated; they didn‘t even bother greeting each other before grabbing their women and stuffing them in their respective cars.

Stella and Yvonne didn‘t dare to make a sound and obediently sat in the cars.

Dr. Quirk settled Yvonne down and looked at Weston. “Mr. Ford, it‘s been a while.”

One drove a silver Bugatti, while the other a black Mercedes Benz-both flashy and outstanding vehicles in their own right.

The sight of both men standing outside their luxury cars attracted the attention of many women.

Both, however, seemed to be used to being the center of attention and didn‘t seem to care for the adulation they were receiving.

Weston nodded. “Dr. Quirk.”

Lucas was Henry‘s lead doctor. Considered acquaintances, they would often gather with friends at Fern City as well.

Due to Stella‘s past identity, Lucas always harbored a bias against her, not particularly fond of having Yvonne get too close

to a kept woman.

But now that the truth had come to light, he realized Stella‘s pitiful plight.

his previous bias

piteous look on her face, before turning back to

nodded and turned to

discuss with

glances as

made a feeble attempt to struggle out of the car, but Lucas pushed her

“Sit properly.”

brought his driver along

made it the suitable place for him to deal with her

you promise

demanded the moment he sat

I wouldn‘t come to such

explained. “I

between his brows as he felt his head throb.“ You could‘ve gone to a café

“I like crowds...”

you like to play

“Do you lack confidence?”

grabbed his arm and cooed coquettishly, “Dr. Quirk, don‘t think so much. I only like to

he poked her forehead. “Do you really think I stop you from coming to these places because I fear you‘ll betray

could

Yvonne was confused.

you fancy any

“Why does it feel like you‘re praising yourself? So confident that you‘ve got me in the palm