Mr. Ford Is Jealouss by Boad

Chapter 1192

“I‘m not saying I have any right,” he replied, his eyes pitch – black and his voice raspy. “I‘m not trying to take anything from you.”

“Trust me,” he comforted her gently as if she was a frightened little creature. “Stella, this time I won‘t force you to do anything, like how I did. All I want is to see them. Please?”

As soon as the thought of those two children popped into his mind, an uncontrollable feeling of tender affection overcame him.

That day, in the restaurant, he only had a chance to hold Emma for a while, but he could never forget how it felt.

He wanted to see his children again. Especially the boy. He had not even had a chance to hold him yet.

Stella could easily see the desire in his eyes.

“I think you must‘ve misunderstood something,” she sneered, trying to chip away at his hope bit by bit. “You should‘ve known a long time ago that I could never get pregnant, Mr. Ford. The truth is, the twins aren‘t my children, much less yours.” “Then why do they look just like you?” he asked, his eyes full of tenderness. He took no offense from her biting sarcasm, and he kept his patience intact. “I know you won‘t be able to accept me right now, but I honestly just want to see them. Please, Stella, I won‘t disturb them at all. I‘ll be content with watching them from a distance...”

Stella snapped coldly. “I told you they‘re not your children, so what

clarity, showing him absolutely no mercy.

continued, “since you seem really curious, perhaps I should just tell you that I

“If you‘re trying to hurt me,

they‘re not your children,” she said. “Why on earth would you want to see them?” She looked defiantly at him and added, “You‘re acting strange, Mr. Ford.

know perfectly well what I meant,” answered

but with eyes that were full of contempt. “Or perhaps you‘re more forgetful than I thought? It was only three years ago that Zachary Ford died. He was your own son no matter what. How could you be so unbothered and act like he never existed just because he‘s

harshly, and her words touched directly at

could see that Weston‘s face grew darker and darker until she could sense a terrifying coldness emanating from

of my way,” she pushed him aside. “I‘m going

pulled her back towards him. With his other hand, he lifted up her chin, forcing

to tell you that Zachary Ford was not my son?” He could remain relatively calm before, but at this point, he could no longer hide

years, he had never crossed Stella‘s mind at all. She had never paid any attention to whatever that had been

wouldn‘t have neglected to contact him at all in the