Mr. Ford Is Jealous

Chapter 214

Although they were smiling and treating her politely, they had every right to look down upon a home wrecker liked her. Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Stella shut her eyes and released a sigh. Instantly, her mood was gone. Weston could tell something was off with her because ever since she heard Guinevere’s name, she had been keeping quiet. After the woman left, he suddenly grabbed Stella’s wrist and whispered, “I’m not married yet.”

After reuniting, this wasn’t the first time he had told her this. At first, Stella thought he was just lying to her but now as she gazed into his eyes, she knew he was being honest. But she was devoid of feelings. “Why are you telling me this?” she questioned quietly. “Do you want me to give the two of you a present or do you want me to attend your wedding?” Asides from all that, she doesn’t know why he would tell her these. . Sure enough, his face fell. He stood up and stared at her steadily. Before he shifted his gaze away, there weren’t any emotions in his eyes. Not long later, Mr. Kennedy appeared fifty minutes later than the originally promised time. But he doesn’t look apologetic as a bright smile was hanging on his face and he greeted Weston. “Mr. Ford, I can’t believe you had the time to come here. To what I owe you this pleasure.”

The heater inside the room was at a high temperature. Weston took off his jacket and hung it on his arm as he looked at Mr. Kennedy. “I’m here to get a piano.” “Piano? When did you continue to play the piano again?” Mr. Kennedy was taken aback. “You used to lose your patience when learning it as a kid. Why did you suddenly think about picking it up?”

Mr. Kennedy was a professional, so Weston had always respected him. Before this, he felt it was a pity that Weston quit piano because he was talented, but then he realized that Weston was just too smart.

He was a fast learner but whether he would continue learning or not depended solely on his interest

Mr. Kennedy knew that he was going to inherit the family business in the end. All of these were merely a hobby to him as he would never change his career.

Mr. Kennedy understood that doing business earns more money.

But what he didn’t think was that after so many years, he would see him in Musx. Weston turned to look at Stella and said, “No. It’s for her.”

Mr. Kennedy only noticed the woman beside him now. He adjusted his glasses and looked at Stella more closely. His countenance changed dramatically as he inquired, “Who is this?” “Her name is Ella, and she can play the piano really well.” Weston introduced her.

“Really?” The elderly man’s face got more solemn, and he didn’t say anything, instead, looking at the woman beside him.

The woman shook her head at him, her face filled with embarrassment as she lowered her head.

Everyone was silent, as if not interested in the private lives of the two of them.

But Stella felt her face heating up.