All Chapters of Mr. Ford Is Jealous: Chapter 471 - Chapter 480

Stella’s performance was so impressive that it drew everyone completely into the story, so when Guinevere interrupted it so suddenly, everyone on set was floored.“A little off?” asked Bradley, massaging his temples and trying very hard to suppress his rage. “How so, Guinevere?”“Sophie is a pure and naive character,” she replied. “She shouldn’t be so shrewd and devious when she turns to the dark side. She’s just a petty character! Didn’t you find that Ella’s performance didn’t fit the character?”“Perhaps it was a little unexpected,” said Bradley, “but that’s only because Ella’s interpretation of the character was even more layered and sophisticated than we thought.”For a moment in that scene, she even managed to outshine the heroine. It was also obvious that Guinevere had cut off the performance because she hated someone else standing out more than her. As a result, everyone just kept quiet.Only Bradley dared to speak up.“I think her performance will enrich the film,” he arg

Until now, the only thing on Stella’s mind was to do everything in her ability to ensure Roger would have a better future. She didn’t have the time to process how his absence would make her feel.But now, the reality of the situation had finally set in. Ever since their parents died, the two had never been separated.“You know…” Roger grumbled gloomily. “I can just study here… I don’t really have to go abroad.”It was obvious that he was feeling down too.“Forget it,” he continued after a pause, sighing. “I’ve made up my mind, and all the preparations are almost done. I won’t back down now. Just wait for me, sis. I promise I’ll study as hard as possible and get a good job. No one will dare bully you then!”“Good!” Stella smiled. She picked up a barbecued pork rib with her fork and placed it on Roger’s plate. Ribs were his favorite food.Then her phone suddenly rang. She glanced at it and the light in her eyes instantly dimmed.It was Weston. She hadn’t told him about coming here

With the club packed to its brim like canned sardines, there was no guarantee that they wouldn’t bump into an acquaintance here, which would cause more trouble. Stella definitely didn’t want that.“If you’re worried about people recognizing us,” said Weston, stroking her hair gently, “then just relax and have fun. Let me deal with the rest.”“No,” she shook her head. “It’s fine. I don’t like this kind of place anyway.”“You don’t? Why did you come here then?”“Only because it looked exciting. We didn’t even have that much fun the last time I was here with Yvonne.”Weston suddenly stopped in his tracks and gave Stella a strange look.“Why not?” he asked. “Did you not like that pianist?”“I was only enjoying the music he played,” she grumbled, glaring at him. “Why did you have to use that accusatory tone with me?”Weston had put it as if she had cheated on him with that pianist.　“Just remember not to do that kind of thing again,” he warned her, pinching her nose. “You know I do

Stella looked at him, slightly confused. “What do you mean?” Weston looked straight into her eyes as if trying to peer into her soul. “It was your first time on our wedding night.” He said it with certainty. He remembered that Stella was a complete wreck that night. It was easy to tell that she was a virgin. Given that she was just slightly over 20 years old, it was understandable that she was still a virgin. Yet, it did not necessarily mean that she never liked any other men before him. Weston was suddenly very interested in this topic, and he looked deeply at her, “Did you like any other men before me?” Stella remained silent. Weston pinched her chin hard and turned her face towards him. “Tell me the truth.” Stella paused for a moment, then decided to come clean. “Of course, I did.” She sensed Weston pinching her chin even harder, and he seemed suddenly intrigued. “Do you even care about something so trivial?” Weston naturally wouldn’t admit to the extent of h

The rage that was originally in Daisy’s eyes had faded, leaving only self-loathing and deep despair. She had studied hard, was a diligent student overseas, and gave it her all in her part-time job. She had never succumbed to her surrounding temptations and never bothered putting up a front, even before someone as powerful as Chris. She clearly knew that the only person she could rely on was herself. All she wanted was to earn, progress in her career, and improve her position in life. She had never wanted to distract herself with anything else. Yet, why was she unable to escape her fate? The man saw that she had turned numb, and it only drove him to raise his voice. He reached out to grab her hair, growling, “I know you think you’re all successful now, surrounding yourself with outstanding men. Just look at yourself. If they were to know of your past and what your parents did, who would fancy a woman like you? I am the only one in this world who doesn’t despise you. Which norm