Mr. Ford Is Jealous novel Chapter 170

Chapter 170

Because it was extremely quiet on Weston’s end of the line, he could clearly hear the background noise on Stella’s end. 

Weston was sitting on the sofa. The black genuine leather felt cold against his skin. The rest of the room was just as cool and serene. 

“Where are you?” he asked Stella. Stella explained exactly what happened. There was only silence when she finished speaking, as Weston made no reply. “Can I… go home a little later today?” Stella hesitantly asked. Weston glanced at the time, 

“How late is a little later?” 

Stella pursed her lips and looked around the set. Things seemed to be in an uproar, with people shouting and hurrying around. Even as she stood there in a relatively quiet corner, she was still in someone’s way from time to time. 

“I don’t know how long this’ll take,” she replied. “Once I’m done, I’ll let the driver know.” 

Weston remained silent. 

Stella’s heart was pounding as she awaited his answer. She could never guess Weston’s mood or temper. She was also afraid that he might do something to her if he was unhappy. 

Stella didn’t know how long Weston just stayed silent like that, not saying a single word, until he finally just hung up the phone. 

Stella sighed in relief when she heard the beeping tone. She knew, of course, that he was possibly a little disgruntled, but at least it was a sign he agreed that she could remain on the film set for the time being, albeit reluctantly, otherwise he would’ve had someone come over and forcibly take her away. 

Stella put her phone away and rushed back towards the stage. Ruby was still there as her part was not over yet. The assistant frowned when he noticed Stella walking in. 

“Where have you been?” he demanded. 

“Just there,” replied Stella, pointing at the quiet corner. 

The director sprang up onto his feet. He was already in a thunderous mood before that, but now that this child started acting up too, he just couldn’t take it anymore. “Don’t think that I’d go easy on you just because you’re a kid!” he shouted, pointing at Ruby. 

Ruby pouted and started sobbing. “But I honestly don’t remember my lines!” she cried, rubbing her tears away with the back of her hands before wailing even louder. 

Everyone on set was now looking at Ruby. The director’s patience was wearing extremely thin. 

“This is a crucial scene,” he bellowed. “If you can’t do it, then I’ll get someone else to replace 

you!” 

“Sir,” the assistant director quickly whispered in his ear, “She’s the only one here today. There’ve been some glitches so the others didn’t make it. If we don’t finish filming this scene today, the subsequent filming schedules would be delayed too. If that happens, Guinevere Cohen will definitely raise hell!” 

The director took a long deep breath to steady himself. He rubbed the bridge of his nose between his brows and tried his best to keep it together. “Come on,” he told Ruby in a much gentler voice this time, “Clear your mind and try to remember. This is your chance to be a star! Just try to remember your lines!”