All Chapters of Mr. Ford Is Jealous: Chapter 641 - Chapter 650

Most people on the film set noticed that Stella must not have had a good night’s sleep since the dark circles under her eyes were so prominent. Luckily, because she would be filming scenes in the latter part of the movie when her character had turned evil, she would basically be wearing heavy makeup, which meant her drained look wouldn’t affect the filming much.But then the makeup artist was taken aback when she saw the marks on Stella’s neck.“Whoa… what are those red patches?”She suspected that they might be hickeys, but Ella was such a young actress who was just starting out. She couldn’t possibly be so reckless and started dating already, could she?Stella looked into the mirror and frowned when she saw the red patches.She must’ve really lost control last night. She reminded Weston time and time again not to leave any marks on her body. Usually, she could stop him when she was still relatively clear-headed, but she was completely under the drug’s spell last night. Weston

Stella would often overhear the cast members chatting and gossipping. From there, she learned that most of them lived in an area just two blocks away. Not only was it near the film set, but the rent was cheap as well, so even though the facilities there were quite old, it was still a pretty good place to stay.“You live there?” Bradley’s brows knitted in concern. “Then your brother was right to worry about you. I don’t think there are any securities there. It’s pretty dangerous for you to live there alone.”“It’s really not that bad,” Stella smiled. “Everyone’s there, and we all take care of each other and watch each other’s back.”Bradley had more things to say on the matter, but Stella changed the subject again, so he knew instantly that she had no desire to discuss it any further. He soon left, leaving Stella alone in the dressing room. She then went on to change her clothes and remove her makeup. She was about to leave when Angelina suddenly burst into the room.“Ella! Ella!

It happened to be the exact day she bumped into Guinevere Cohen. Was it mere coincidence, or did someone lash out on her behalf?“This is our latest design, Miss. May I ask how old is the man you’re shopping for?”“He’s eighteen.”“Ah, perfect! Our new designs have been especially popular among youngsters. They’re modern, fashionable, and made of high-quality materials that…”Stella listened to the employee intently, hoping to find a set that would suit Roger best. Then, someone appeared outside the store, waving his hands frantically at Stella. However, she didn’t notice him at all.“Excuse me, Miss, but is that gentleman over there your friend?”Stella turned in the direction the employee was pointing, and her eyes met with Michael Sealey…She froze. Her pupils shrank. Outside the store, the man in a black suit was smiling radiantly at her. He seemed to be saying something, but she couldn’t make out his words due to the glass between them. She guessed it must probably be a p

Stella’s silence was akin to an agreement. Weston steered the wheel and chuckled to himself. “Do you take me as a three-year-old kid?” “Don’t you behave like one in front of Mr. Hall?” Weston scoffed. “Seems like you do care about that man, still standing up for him at a time like this.” Stella pursed her lips. “There you go again…” She just couldn’t understand why Weston held so much animosity against Justin. In all senses of the word, things were impossible between her and Justin. Weston clearly did not want to dwell on Justin any further, remaining silent as he steered the car into the freeway. That was when Stella remembered to ask him, “Why did you suddenly come over to fetch me?” Weston looked mildly at her. “Didn’t you feel nervous about facing your uncle alone?” Stella’s eyes widened. “You…” Weston’s brows arched. “I know that he’s your uncle and that you don’t share much of a relationship with him.” Stella pursed her lips and fell silent. Indeed, give

Stella woke up even later than before. Her whole body ached as though her limbs no longer belonged to her. Her knees felt weak, and she almost collapsed on the carpet when she got up. As usual, Weston woke up earlier than her, and he was already seated at the dining table when she came downstairs. Joan had prepared breakfast and was walking out of the kitchen when she saw Stella. “Ms. Steele,” she greeted. “Awake already?” Weston put down the book in his hand and glanced in her direction. “Have some breakfast.” Stella nodded and walked toward him, her footsteps heavy. She sat down and glanced at his book resting on the table. She asked with curiosity, “What book is that you’re reading?” She also saw him reading this book last night, but its cover was in a language she did not recognize. Weston said coolly, “A French book. Eat something first.” He caressed her head and put the book away. Stella retracted her gaze and sipped at her milk. It was warmed to a perfect d