Mr. Ford Is Jealouss by Boad

Chapter 1075

Besides playing the piano, all she ever did was wait for Weston to come home. Now that he wasn‘t coming home, she was clueless as to how she should spend her time.

As Stella ate, Joan looked at the lonely figure sitting there all by herself and was reminded of that photo she saw on Moments and couldn‘t help but sigh, feeling incredibly sorry for Stella.

Stella had been waiting for Weston to come home, yet he was somewhere else enjoying his dinner with another woman.

Joan had no idea if Weston was planning something secretly, but even so, could he not inform Stella about it first?

Why would he leave her here all alone with all those thoughts and questions in her head?

Meanwhile, at Golden Eve Apartments, Guinevere had just taken the photo and posted it to her circle of friends when she noticed Weston getting up and leaving.

away and rushed

leaving already,

was wearing his usual white shirt and black trousers that accentuated his wide shoulders , long legs,

looking up slightly to glance at her. Guinevere went up to him and rested her hands on the marble table. With a self–deprecating smile, she said, “I asked you to have dinner with me, and you really just had dinner and nothing else...” “If there‘s nothing else,” he said, placing his

back to Stella

had come so far that there was no point in acting all jealous toward Stella or causing a scene in

and she knew that he was not the kind of man who broke his promises, so all she had to do now was patiently wait for

expected, she soon saw Weston frown and his voice turned icy cold as he replied, “I thought I‘ve made myself very clear – as long as she is still not completely let off the hook, then there is absolutely nothing between us. Nothing at all.” He had only agreed to stay for dinner because she had promised to

anyone else, yet she was still inevitably hurt by it

wouldn‘t even give me a second look,

said nothing, but his silence

with pain in her voice. “Yet I still insisted on humiliating myself by asking you that kind of question... sometimes I just wish that