Mr. Ford Is Jealous Chapter 1074

Chapter 1074Chapter 1074 Stella had truly started living the life of a bird in a golden cage.
After Zachary Ford‘s death, there was even more reason for her to be locked up inside all the time, for as
soon as she stepped outside, she would be instantly hit by a barrage of assaults. Not only would she be
hounded by packs of reporters, but there were also numerous others aiming to attack her. Warren Ford
and the Cohens were also eager to snatch her up at the first opportunity and throw her into the gallows.
Perhaps their wedding was a bad omen after all. Ever since the day the press dubbed it “The Caged
Wedding,” Stella had befittingly become the woman in the gilded cage.
Stella saw Joan hanging up the phone in chagrin, so she asked, “He‘s not coming home again today, is
he?”
Stella didn’t seem half as disappointed as Joan was. In fact, she even spoke exceptionally calmly.
Joan couldn‘t tell what she was thinking, but she could sense that the girl was just pretending to be
strong.
“Mr. Ford has been swamped with work lately,” Joan comforted Stella. “He might be tied up for now, but
as soon as he gets some time, I‘m certain he‘ll be home and
be by your side, Mrs. Ford...” Stella smiled and asked, “Do I look like the lonely wife waiting for her
husband to come home every day?”
“That‘s not what I meant ...” Joan corrected her, fearing that she might have said something wrong.
The truth was that she had been hearing rumors about Weston‘s change of feelings towards Guinevere
and how he had spent much more time with her these two days. But Joan was certain that these were all just false rumors. She had witnessed first–hand how much
Weston Ford loved Stella Sealey and knew about the animosity that existed between Stella and
Guinevere. So how could Weston even consider getting closer to Guinevere?
Lately, she had been spending most of her time at Stardust Mansion caring for Stella. Perhaps these
were rumors spread by those completely clueless about the truth of the matter.
Judging by Guinevere‘s character , if all these had been true, she would have proudly announced it
publicly so that everyone would know about it.
Yet to Joan‘s surprise, she soon discovered that Guinevere had posted a photo of Weston Ford to her
circle of friends on Moments.
It looked like they were having dinner together. The background of the photo was a black marble table.
Only
Weston‘s silhouette could be seen, but it was unmistakably him.
The photo gave off an air of warmth and intimacy, clearly suggesting that it was a photo of her lover. But
the accompanying words were even more unambiguously suggestive.
“No matter how far I‘ve wandered, I‘ll always come back to you in the end.“.
Joan almost stopped breathing. She just could not tell what Weston might be thinking.
Did he not care about exonerating Stella anymore?
Guinevere Cohen and her family had been trying to frame Stella for young Zachary Ford‘s murder, and
they were determined to let Stella rot in prison. As her husband, Weston should be doing all he could to
help Stella. Why was he spending his time with Guinevere instead?!
“What‘s wrong, Joan?” Stella suddenly appeared behind her.
“What are you looking at?” she asked Joan again. “Why do you look so upset?” “It‘s nothing...” Joan
quickly hid her phone away and forced a smile. “Anyway, since Mr. Ford won‘t be coming home tonight,
should we go ahead and have dinner?”
Stella initially planned to wait for him, but judging from
what Joan had just said; she was probably suggesting they shouldn‘t wait for him anymore. He was
already having dinner with someone else anyway, Joan thought. She was sure that he would not be
coming home tonight.
“I‘ll go prepare your dinner now, Mrs. Ford. You should eat something first.”
Stella could see that Joan was being evasive, and she quickly understood something but remained
silent.
She nodded and returned to the piano room.
All Stella did during the past few days in the Stardust Mansion was practice the piano. Apart from playing
the piano, it seemed there was really nothing else that she could do.