Mr. Ford Is Jealous

Chapter 315

Chapter 315 Upon hearing Guinevere‘s words, rage flashed past the depths of Wendy’s eyes for a split second.

“Yes,” she replied with a perfunctory smile. “You might give your all for a man, thinking you would get his whole heart in return, but someday, you might suddenly realize that your love and sacrifice for him were nothing but a joke.

“Those filthy things he‘s done behind your back will simply make everything you did feel so meaningless. When that day comes around, you will know how pointle ss and stupid it is to love a man so wholeheartedly.”

Guinevere‘s heart thumped wildly in her chest, unsure if Wendy had said all of that because she realize d that something was wrong or was purely warning her.

Guinevere forced a smile. “I believe Weston won‘t let me down.”

Wendy realized that she had said too much and restored her affable look. “Good that you do.”

Stella was originally preparing to report for filming the next day, but Bradley had suddenly called, telling her to rest at home instead because the props team was not yet ready.

She hung up the call and glanced at Weston. “I don‘t need to report to the crew today.”

Weston fastened his shoes and caressed her head. “I have work to attend to and might not make it home tonight.”

Stella nodded.

He was about to leave when he stopped in his tracks and looked at her. “Aren‘t you going to ask me wh y?”

Stella hugged her knees, “You have your reasons.”

Silence ensued in the room.

She sighed and walked to Weston, saying as she straightened his tie, “I‘m not insensible enough to ask you so many questions when I know you‘re heading to work. Even when we were married in the past, I would never interfere with your work...”

She said these words from the bottom of her heart, and for that split second, Weston felt like they had returned to the past. He looked at the woman before him, slightly diso riented, as he lifted his hand to caress her cheeks. The next moment, he planted a light kiss on her lips. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

They had never lingered over each other so much in the past.

When they stepped away from each other, he looked at her with eyes so tender and soft; they could me lt a stone. “Don‘t stay up for me tonight, alright?” He leaned close to her and took in a whiff of her aura. Then, rubbing her earlobes, he said,”

Don’t be silly and stay up all night as you previously did.”

Stella nodded and looked on as he left.

The moment she heard the sound of the car engine revving, her face turned cold.

At Ford Mansion.

Guinevere had been waiting for this day for a long time.

Today was the day Weston promised her they would finally register their marriage.

She waited solemnly, having dolled herself up in a way that looked natural and elegant.

As simple as it looked, she clearly knew how much time she had spent to look this good. Thus, armed w

Two cars were parked outside.

Weston and Mr. and Mrs. Cohen stepped out of their respective vehicles.

Mr. and Mrs. Cohen saw Weston driving home and said coldly, “Today is the day that you and Gwen are formally getting married. Why have you only just come home?“