Mr. Ford Is Jealouss by Boad

Chapter 1167

Even Nicole and Daisy, who were both dressed to the nines, paled in comparison to Stella, whose elegance completely outshone the combined beauty of the other two women.

Grace and charm flowed out of her body with every gesture she made, making it almost impossible for Ben to take his eyes off her.

How could such a bewitching woman not be a ghost?

The thoughts in his own head shocked him over and over again. His palms began to sweat, and he did not know what to do.

In the end, it was Henry who spoke up, breaking the long silence in the room.

“So you‘re not dead after all,” he commented. “Looks like you‘ve been duping us for three full years.” He then chuckled under his breath, acting as if he was the only one in the room. “Don‘t mention death in front of my children!” Stella glared coldly at him and hissed. She took Elias‘ hand, glanced at Emma, who seemed to be extremely fond of Weston, and sighed.

“What do I have to do for you to return my daughter, Mr. Ford?”

“All you need to do is prove that this really is your daughter, and I‘ll gladly return her to you. What do you say?”

so hard that she could hear them grinding against each other. “Stop messing around with me!” she snapped. Weston‘s eyes slowly turned

you can‘t expect me to believe a word you say, can you? You‘re the one who hoodwinked me into thinking that you‘re dead all this time. To think that you‘d deceive your own husband

of getting angry, though, she laughed as she stared at him and asked, “Fine, how would you like me to prove it then?”

on the floor , rubbed her head, and took her hand.

DNA test to start,” he said.

and her fingers dug deep

said, “I know what you‘re thinking, Weston, but don’t you think that you‘re being ridiculous? Don‘t tell me that you still can‘t let go of me after all these years. Are you actually hoping that I‘ve given birth to your

uttered those words in an utterly plain voice, yet each word hit his raw nerves,

he gazed wistfully at the face that he had been dreaming about day

care if we had children or

I did!” she interrupted him. “You didn‘t want children, but

frowned before impatiently adding, “This is not the time to be talking about

something wrong, those tears that had stopped flowing not too long ago started to gush out again. “Stop fighting,” she cried, waving her chubby arms,”

sight of her daughter crying pierced