What Happens in Chapter 671 – From the Book Mr. Ford Is Jealous
Dive into Chapter 671, a pivotal chapter in Mr. Ford Is Jealous, written by Boat of Peaches. This section features emotional turning points, key character decisions, and the kind of storytelling that defines great Marriage fiction.
Chapter 671
It wasn’t until Weston questioned her again that she came to her senses and answered, “It was nothing. It was just a colleague from the crew.”
He paused for a while, then Stella said, “I’ve been out too long, so I’ll hang up first. We’ll talk about it later!”
She was getting braver and dared to hand up on him directly.
Weston put down the phone and stared at his phone screen with darkened eyes.
On the balcony.
A gust of wind blew, making Stella more awake.
She shook her head. Fortunately, Yates had come to remind her just now; otherwise, standing here for too long would lead to suspicion.
Just as she was about to leave, she saw him walking out of the bathroom and smiling at her. “You’re done with your call?”
She nodded.
Yates went up to her and walked side by side with her.” Did I scare you just now?”
Stella smiled. “It’s fine.”
“It was too dark just now, and I didn’t see you on the phone. So, I thought you were standing there alone. Sorry…” “It’s okay.” Stella looked down and deliberately kept a distance from him.
He saw it and said helplessly, “Am I a monster that you have to avoid me like this?”
She was stunned by his sudden question and shook her head. “I’m not avoiding you. But your manager probably wouldn’t want you to get too close to me.” “… You can tell?” Yates suddenly turned around, shoved his hands in his pockets, and gazed into her eyes as he stepped back slowly.
She looked at him curiously and asked, “What’s wrong?”
Perhaps it was because of the alcohol, but Yates felt slightly different from his usual self.
He raised his hand and tucked her hair behind her ear.” Your hair is a little messy.” Before Stella could react, she saw that he had reached out his hand and immediately took a step back. “Yates…”
She was startled. She didn’t expect him to do that all of a sudden.
She didn’t know how to react.
“I can do it myself.” After speaking, she stroked her hair a few times and lowered her head. “It’s getting late. Angelina and the others are still waiting for me, so I’d better head in now…”
A trace of hurt flashed in his eyes as he saw the refusal in her actions. “Go ahead.”
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