Mr. Ford Is Jealous novel Chapter 1015

Chapter 1015

So now, Guinevere's lost her own child too, Stella thought. She must have finally understood the pain she had to endure back then and finally experienced the excruciating torment that came with the loss of her own child...

Even Weston, the person she hated the most, could finally have a taste of what she had gone through.

Undoubtedly, the tragedy that had befallen them should have brought her some satisfaction , but she wasn’t the least satisfied.She should have relished in their misery, yet why did she feel so dispirited? Why did she find it so…

hard to breathe? She turned around, not wanting to face the tear-filled room, when she bumped into Weston, who had been standing behind her.

His tall and sturdy body blocked her like a large mountain.

Faced against his wide chest, Stella just stood there, neither saying anything nor trying to leave.

After a long while, she finally heard his hoarse voice coming from above her saying, “I’lllet Ben take you to a room so you can get some rest.

I'll come to you once I've dealt with everything here." There could not be a better arrangement than this.

Stella made no objections and briefly replied, "Okay." If the tragic incident hadn’t happened so suddenly, Weston would never have allowed her to leave his side.

But then again, even now, in her brief respite, he still sent his assistant Ben to guard her closely.

Because it was such a large hospital , the elevator Stella was in basically stopped on every floor.

It finally stopped at the Obstetrics and Gynecology floor, and just as Stella raised her head, she caught sight of a familiar figure

“Stella? What are you doing here?”

It was Michael Sealey.

Clad in a white trench coat, he held a laboratory test sheet in his hand as he stepped into the elevator.

Frowning slightly, Stella stepped back to make room for him.

"Something just happened, so I had to come here," she told him calmly, treating him like he was nothing more than a distant acquaintance.

Michael had planned to attend Warren Ford’s birthday banquet.

But because Weston asked for Stella's opinion about it, knowing that she had a strained relationship with her uncle, he ended upnot sending Michael the invitation.

On the outside, he looked nothing short of the perfect gentleman, but there was nothing noble or honorable beneath that gilded exterior of his.

Stella had long understood his true nature, so she had no desire to associate herself with him.

Once the elevator door opened, she quickly headed out.

“I’m a little busy,” she told Michael tersely.

“Please excuse me.” .

Seeing that she was leaving, Michael rushed after her and followed her out of the elevator.

"Wait! It has been a long time since we last chatted, hasn’t it, Stella?” Stella suddenly stopped and turned around to look at him.

“Is there something you’re worried about?” she asked.

Michael froze, not expecting her sudden blunt question, but he soon flashed his trademark phony smile and replied, “I just want to have a chat.Is that too much to ask?"

“You don't have to waste your time with your meaningless babble,”she snapped.