Mr. Ford Is Jealouss by Boad

Chapter 15
The familiar voice pinned Stella to the spot. She looked to the source of the voice and found him standing near a
flowerbed. There was a lush camphor tree beside him, and the sunlight that shone through the gaps between the emerald leaves
left layers of shadows on Weston’s face. The weather in summer was balmy, but the atmosphere was always dark wherever this
man was. It was as if uneasiness didn’t exist in him. As Weston slowly made his way over, Stella had to admit that he had
exceptional looks that would put anyone in a daze. Even the lines on his shoulders were perfect. His aura easily overwhelmed
even if he would say nothing. After he came over, his gaze fell onto Henry’s hand that was grabbing Stella’s wrist, and his eyes
darkened. “Have you gotten desperate after being in a wheelchair for so long and never met any women lately?” His faint voice
resonated in the air. Stella could hear the mockery in his words and she abruptly flung away Henry’s hand. “Weston!” She had
tried to hold herself back but she couldn’t conceal the rage in her voice. However, as if he couldn’t sense her anger, Weston
glanced at her passively. “Hm?” Stella suddenly calmed down after seeing his nonchalant expression. She looked him straight in
the eyes and said, “Looks like Mr. Ford understands his friend well.” Her tone was light, neither humble nor arrogant, but it
pricked. “Since Mr. Ford understands him well enough to know that he’s not desperate enough to pick someone like me, this
makes me curious. You’re both friends, so why are Mr. Ford’s standards so much lower than Mr. Moore’s? Or has Mr. Ford
always been this desperate?” Her tone was faint and didn’t sound aggressive, but the sarcasm in her words was obvious. Henry
was only staying next to her and Weston called him desperate. Then what about him prior to this? What he had done to Stella...
was far worse compared to this! Weston raised an eyebrow. “You seem to have complaints about me.” During their marriage, he
had gotten used to Stella’s meek personality and had rarely heard her speak with such sarcasm. Stella’s gaze darkened and her
lips curled up. “I wouldn’t dare. Mr. Ford has provided me accommodation and paid for Roger’s medical bills. I’m very grateful to
him.” Having said that, she took a step back. “I have something to attend to so I won’t disturb you two. Goodbye.” Weston was
indifferent the entire time as if he didn’t mind her leaving. Henry pushed his wheelchair around as he watched Stella leave. His
lips curled up into a faint smile. “Looks like she’s really just a toy to pass time. It’s no wonder I’ve never heard you mention her or
take her out to meet us even after so long. And she’s so easy to dismiss.” “Gwen didn’t disappoint me after all. She’s really quick
in defending her territory.” Weston snorted. He was about to light a cigarette when he remembered that this was a hospital. So
he gave up on the notion. “How long do you plan to stay in this wheelchair?” “What’s the hurry?” Henry looked relaxed. “It’s only
for a few years. I’ve gotten used to life in a wheelchair now.” “Don’t tell me that you plan to stay crippled if she doesn’t come
back.” Weston’s cold voice contained undisguised mockery. Henry’s face immediately fell. The leisured look on his face was
gone and a hint of hostility flashed in his eyes. This seemingly ethereal man in a wheelchair possessed methods and cruelty that
struck fear in the entire city of Ahn. Only Weston could openly take a jab at him on where it hurts. Henry stopped and regained
his usual indifference. He looked at Weston. “There’s something I wanted to ask you.” “Spill.” “You spoil and pamper Gwen so
much, so why did you suddenly go off and marry another woman?” He paused for a moment and suddenly narrowed his eyes.

“Don’t tell me that you’re planning to use her to irritate Gwen. Putting aside the fact that you’re not the type of person to do
something so childish, there are tons of other ways to irritate Gwen. Gwen is such a proud person so you can easily achieve the
same effect by starting a scandal with some random celebrity. Why did you choose to marry this woman instead?” No response
came for the longest time. When Henry thought Weston wouldn’t answer him, Weston said, “The reason isn’t important. It’s all
over now.” *** The balmy weather easily put people on edge. As Stella walked, she felt a stinging pain in her chest when she
recalled running into Weston at the hospital just now. She knew he didn’t love her, and that he only cared for her when they were
married because they were husband and wife. Now that he had decided on divorcing her, he obviously wouldn’t be gentle toward
her anymore. Especially not when he had someone else in his heart. Would she feel reluctant? Would she have agreed to marry
him had she known that she was just a catalyst for his relationship with Guinevere? If so, she might just compromise and marry
him because of her financial problem, but she definitely wouldn’t lose her heart in the process and fall for him. Because Weston
had kept the truth from her, she came to assume that his care and tenderness toward her were real. She had ended up indulging
in those fleeting affections. Now that she thought about it, it was all just a lie. It should’ve been easy to hail a cab near the
hospital around this time of the day, but perhaps Stella was having bad luck, she didn’t manage to get one even after walking a
long distance. She took a few more steps forward. A black luxury car stopped beside her but she pretended not to see it and
continued forward. The car followed beside her slowly, and then the window rolled down, revealing the side profile of the man’s
handsome and exquisite face. Weston looked at her impassively. His tone was as indifferent as usual. “Get in.” Stella frowned.
She rejected him, saying, “No need. I can get a cab myself.” “Get in. Don’t make me repeat myself.” The man looked at her with
no warmth in his gaze. His tone was cold but allowed no room for discussion.