All Chapters of Mr. Ford Is Jealous: Chapter 301 - Chapter 310

Stella sat at the desk by the full-length windows for the last time and stared down at the bustling streets below. Sighing, she said, “I’ll probably try out acting.” “Acting?” Yvonne stared at her, wide-eyed. “Are you for real? You want to be an actress, but your skills don’t seem to match!” “I tried out for an audition previously and the director found me talented and cast me. I haven’t had the time to update you…” Stella looked at Yvonne with affection, “All along…you’re the only one who’s treated me well and helped me genuinely. I will definitely remember everything you’ve done for me. I know that what I say now might sound fake and an empty promise, but in the future, if I have the ability, I will never reject you if you ever need my help.” She looked into Yvonne’s eyes. Yvonne was stunned for a moment before tears began welling up in her eyes. “Why are you making this sound like you’ll be gone forever?” “I’m sorry…” Stella chuckled, “I’m just afraid I won’t have the ch

“Then why did you not tell me that you were meeting her? Didn’t you say that you were at the hospital?” Yvonne was so enraged that she refused to accept his explanation. She glared at him coldly, growling, “Go ahead with your dinner! Eat more and make sure I don’t ruin the mood of your date!” With that, she turned to leave. “Yvonne!” Lucas shouted behind her. Yvonne completely ignored him and pulled Stella along her way out. That was when Lucas noticed that Stella was with her, and his face darkened even further. He had repeatedly nagged at Yvonne for keeping in contact with Stella, yet here she was, blatantly going against his advice. After both of them left, the woman looked apologetically at Lucas. “I’m so sorry, Dr. Quirk, for causing a misunderstanding with your wife. Why don’t we call it a night? Please go home and explain things to her.” Lucas sat back down expressionlessly, “No need. Let’s go on.” “That’s not too good, isn’t it?” “She will understand,” Lucas

Weston was wearing a set of grey colored casual clothes which his tall, lean figure filled out perfectly. Wisps of stray hair covered his forehead in careless fashion. He looked slightly more personable than usual, although his cold, sharp features remained aloof and distant. Stella halted in her footsteps. “The berries are very good,” she threw out a random remark. Weston glanced at her for a few seconds before nodding. He didn’t appear to have anything further to say. Stella turned sideways to give way to him. Aside from when they were physically intimate, they didn’t seem to have much to say to each other. Stella could always sense the wide divide between Weston and herself. It was not a gap that could be closed, even with daily contact and interaction—like when they were married for that short while, during which they spent many days and nights together. Yet, it was not enough for Weston to develop true feelings for her. Otherwise, things wouldn’t have gotten to t

Weston was caressing her hair and accidentally pulled too hard. Stella gasped at the sharp twinge of pain which sent tears to her eyes, which continued staring stubbornly at him. Weston sighed and planted a kiss on her forehead. “I’ve already given you my word and I won’t let anyone touch you. Trust me.” These were clearly tender words of promise, yet he said it in such a cold and unfeeling manner. Stella’s words brought to his mind the one-year promise they had between them, which Stella seemed to always have at the back of her mind. Even though she appeared well-invested in the role of a woman who only had eyes for him, it was likely that she was still thinking about how she could leave him. Otherwise, why would she always bring up the one-year timeline? “Your acting skills have improved tremendously indeed,” Weston looked into her eyes and commented. Stella didn’t understand what he meant but knew vaguely that it wasn’t anything good. She said, “I just hope that you ke

That was when Guinevere took a good look at her face, and her brows furrowed. “How old are you?” she suddenly asked. Bella knelt on the floor and trembled, tears streaking down her face, “Slightly over 20… I was wrong! I was just trying to make a living for myself. Ms. Cohen, please spare me!” Women like her knew when it was time to bow down. The more Guinevere looked at her, the more she realized that Bella resembled someone else. A nasty expression emerged on her face. “When did things begin between you and Weston?” “It hasn’t been long… we’ve only met in private a few times after that. Also…also…” Bella halted, somehow unable to go on. Guinevere’s eyes darkened. “Why aren’t you speaking? Do you need my help to open your mouth?” Bella said with self-depreciation, “Nothing happened between Mr. Ford and me. He never touched me…” Everyone in the dressing room fell silent at her words. Guinevere remained still and unmoved. It came as a surprise for her, but someho