Mr. Ford Is Jealous novel Chapter 407

Chapter 407

Weston whipped out his own phone and swiped through it, but Guinevere’s post was not visible from his account. He chuckled coolly as a horrible glare appeared in his eyes. Beside him, Ben was sweating bullets-he had almost never seen such a reaction from Weston before. “Mr. Ford…” 

“Postpone all appointments for the day. We’re paying the film crew a visit.”

 “But…” Ben could not help trying to dissuade Weston. 

“You might upset Miss Cohen…” “Can’t you tell that she’s doing this on purpose?” Weston’s expression turned darker. Ben promptly lowered his head. “I mean… You’re going to draw a lot of attention if you suddenly show up for Ella Steele’s sake, and she wouldn’t want that to happen…’ And that was the truth. 

Weston closed his eyes, remembering that dignity and reputation mattered more than 

anything else to Stella. The fact that he had forced her to stay with him was no different from taking away her wings, and if everyone realized that she was his, he could imagine how embarrassed she would be. 

He just could not get it-why would she keep those unnecessary moral codes? What was going on between them was common in society, and there was so much he could give her, and yet she refused everything. 

“I don’t want to see her get hurt again,” Weston growled as if to himself, suddenly opening his eyes again. Ben watched his reaction and quietly sighed. 

Although he was Weston’s longest serving assistant and one of his most loyal subordinates, he had no idea who Weston was actually more interested in-Guinevere or Stella. 

In the case of the former, aside from being in her company out of courtesy, Weston appeared to have no intention of lingering around her unnecessarily. 

“Yeah.” Stella grinned. “I know my limits.” 

Just as she finished, her assistant held out a bottle of water at her. “Please have a drink first.” 

Stella took the bottle and slowly drank up half of it, before returning it to her assistant and said, “Thanks.” Nearby, Guinevere was watching them, her initial catharsis having since faded. She had wanted to watch as ‘Ella Steele’ made a fool of herself, only for everyone to offer a helping hand. 

That was something she simply could not understand-was everyone taking pity on her just because she appeared delicate? 

‘What a pretentious woman,’ she thought to herself. In fact, she had never liked Ella, and now actually felt disgust toward her. It was not just her face either-Ella’s very existence annoyed Guinevere!