Mr. Ford Is Jealouss by Boad

Chapter 947 In short, an ordinary person would be no match for Angelina Weston paused a little and glanced at Henryonce.

her as Henry’s bodyguard. As a bodyguard , Faye was a skilled fighter. Responsible for caringfor Henry, she was much tougher than the average woman. Henry understood the look in Weston's eyes. He closed his eyes and ordered Angelina to leave. "Put down the things and leave." Angelina felt a little restrained. Seeing that she wasn't welcomed, she nodded and agreed to leave. “Then I'll be going... If you need any follow-up on the medical bills, I ..," "Why aren't you leaving yet?" Henry opened his eyes and looked impatient. Angelina pursed her lips and turned around to leave. If she hadn't made mistakes , she wouldn't have endured his temper. After the door of the ward was closed, Weston turned to Henry and asked, "Are you sure she's not the one you're looking for?" Henry seemed a little conflicted himself. He lay in bed, looking exhausted. “I don't know either... Her upbringing and family seem perfect, though she's not Faye.” “It's not hard to fake a person's life.” Weston reminded him, “Before the engagement party, everyone believed that Ella wasn't Stella.” Henry hesitated a little. “But she's different. If she's Faye ... Why does she look at me like a complete stranger?” Faye would've certainly been angry with him. It was unsurprising that she pretended not to know him, but she wasn't enough of a natural actor to fool the man. Henry failed to find a single trace of the past in Angelina's eyes, but everything about Angelina kept reminding him of Faye. Weston stood up. “It's time." Henry said, “You're a real good friend of mine." Weston smiled and said nothing. He did not stay. Zeta's office was downstairs. He expected her session with Zeta to be over when he went down. When he arrived , he found Stella picking a potted plant on the balcony, looking distracted. “What's wrong? Are you unwell?” Weston wrapped his arm around her waist and frowned because she tried to retreat. “Why are your hands so cold?" Stella pulled her hands away reflexively. "I'm fine...” Her voice trembled slightly. When she thought of the voice in her head earlier, she felt a little weak seeing Weston's face. What was going on in her subconscious? Did she want to kill him? Weston furrowed his brows harder. He swept his gaze over the pot of Oleander