Mr. Ford Is Jealous

Chapter 215

Any woman in her position would feel the exact same thing.

She was the home wrecker, and she could feel the names and labels that others were bestowing on her,

Although they didn’t show it, they must have looked down at her. she really wanted to get out of this suffocating situation, especially in front of a professional she admired.

Mr. Kennedy looked at her before saying, “It’s Ella, right? Sure. Since Weston asked me, I won’t question anything. Come here.”

Stella hadn’t processed it yet and subconsciously glanced at Weston.

He was standing next to her, helping her arrange her clothes. “Follow him. Don’t worry about the rest.”

As though knowing her concerns, he lowered his head and whispered next to her ears, “No one will say a word here. Don’t worry. Go and pick a piano.” At that, she pursed her lips and followed him.

But she seemed a little hesitant, as if afraid of something.

The woman in the gown maintained her elegant posture throughout and murmured to Weston next to her, “Mr. Kennedy may require some time to comprehend her. Mr. Ford, please join me for some tea.” Weston followed her but after a few stepped, he stopped and said, “I’m sorry but I need to be with her.” The woman was in a dilemma. “This has never happened before. They won’t take a long. Mr. Kennedy just wants to know her better.”

Weston didn’t say a word. Instead, his actions proved his attitude, as he walked in the direction Stella headed. The woman quickly followed him.

“Mr. Ford!”

She had no other choice but to compromise. “When a customer is doing their assessment, outsiders aren’t allowed in. I hope you can understand this and don’t disturb Mr. Kennedy.” Although it seemed she was making excuses for Mr. Kennedy, she was in fact protecting him.

Art wasn’t like business. Business’ only concern was with interests and regulations, but art concerned imagination and personal sentiments. It was not inhibited by rules.

As Mr. Kennedy’s assistant, she needed to tell these things beforehand. If he was disturbed during the assessment, he might get mad, and when that happened, Weston would be upset as well. Hence, she couldn’t afford to let anything happen to Mr. Kennedy and Musx

Weston, on the other hand, didn’t seem to care one bit. He followed her into a room and through a curtain, he could see Stella.

She was seated in front of Mr. Kennedy, looking very nervous. In private, Mr. Kennedy was considered a kind man.

The first thing he did was poured a cup of tea for her.

This gesture left Stella a little taken aback. “Let me…”

“How can I let you do it?” He cut her off immediately. “This is a habit of mine. You don’t have to drink it if you don’t like it.”

Stella awkwardly froze before retracting her hand and muttered a thank you.

He didn’t respond to her. Instead, he pointed to a piano in the corner and said, “Go there and play a song for me.”This is from NôvelDrama.Org.