Mr. Ford Is Jealous Chapter 1072

Chapter 1072Chapter 1072 He leaned down, kissed her forehead, and with a gruff voice, asked, “Does it still hurt?”
It had been nothing short of a wild night. Weston even lost control and inadvertently hurt her.
Stella‘s cheeks blushed softly.
Although they had been giving each other the silent treatment lately, she was surprised at how prepared
he was last night with all the tools and toys. Between the smooches, Stella asked while panting heavily,
“Why do you sometimes use those things and sometimes not...?”
“Do you prefer that I use them or not?” Weston responded to her question with another question.
Seeing that her blush only deepened, he chuckled softly and enfolded her in his embrace.
“I might have to go out tonight,” he told her. “Why?” Stella frowned, looking at him with displeasure.“ Why
can‘t you just stay here with me and not bother yourself with all the problems out there?”
“You know I want that too, Stella, but things aren‘t as simple as you think.”
“I know,” she suddenly let go of him. “You‘re trying to help me escape the charges, aren‘t you?” The man
did not speak.
Stella turned away from him, not wanting to see him. “I told you I didn‘t do it, so why do you still refuse to
believe me?”
“And I told you that none of those things you said matter,” he argued. “What‘s important right now is to
minimize the severity of your sentence as much as possible.”
“So you still don‘t believe me,” said Stella. “You didn‘t even answer my question...” With reddened eyes, Stella looked at him and asked, “You believe , like everyone else, that I‘m the kind
of woman who would kill a child, don‘t you?”
Weston said nothing. “I understand,” she suddenly wiped her tears dry. “You don‘t have to explain
anything.”
She turned her back towards him and added, “You can go now. I‘ll be right here waiting for you.”
Over at the Old Cohen Mansion, Guinevere was all dolled up in a lavender dress that made her look
smart and
elegant. She poured Weston a cup of tea and quietly took a seat beside him.
“I never thought I‘d get another chance to pour you a cup of tea at my own house. I thought you would
never set foot here again after our engagement ended,” she said.
“Let‘s cut to the chase,” he interrupted, unwilling to delve into all that nonsense with her. “What do I have
to do to make you drop the charges against Stella and sign a waiver?”
“Do you still remember back when we were still at school,” she asked as she poured herself a cup of
tea.“ When you and Henry always came to my house to play? Henry was always so jealous of you. He
says I‘ve always favored you more than him and that it‘s unfair....”
Weston‘s brows knitted as he listened to her blathering about the past. “What exactly do you want me to
do for you to let her off?” he interjected.
Guinevere put the teacup down on the table.
“Is there really no trace of affection left between us at all?” she asked while looking at Weston with
reddening eyes. “Everything used to be so perfect between us. Is all that going to be ruined just because
of that woman, Stella?” “The fact that our relationship became what it is now has
nothing to do with Stella,” he argued. “Even without her, we still...”
“Of course it has everything to do with her!” she cut him off agitatedly. “Don‘t even bother making
excuses! I know you‘re only trying to protect her! If that woman hadn‘t appeared, we would‘ve married
happily long ago!”
Her eyes then turned vacant, as if she was reminiscing about something.
“We used to be so happy together... How did we even get to this point...?”
Weston tapped his finger lightly on the table. Guinevere knew that this gesture meant he was starting to
lose his patience. She chuckled bitterly and said, “He was our son, Weston. Do you really not care about
his death at all just because of that woman?”
“What do you want?”
In the end, that was all that Weston responded with.
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Guinevere‘s eyes flashed with hatred and indignation, seemingly triggered by Weston‘s cold indifference.
“Will you agree to do anything that I want?” she asked. Weston tore off his tie irritably, “Only if you get to
the point while I still haven‘t lost my patience with you.”