Mr. Ford Is Jealous Chapter 1292

Chapter 1292Chapter 1292
The man’s movement slowed down for a moment, but he did not stop as if he didn’t hear her call.
He picked her up and helped her sit comfortably at the table. Then, with a cold mechanical voice, he
said, [Why did you suddenly call his name?]
Stella’s heart was still thumping. She still did not come back to her senses.
Hearing his question, she only gave a one–syllable response. “Mm.”
[Why did you call his name?] he asked again.
She paused and her heartbeat slowly normalized. “It’s nothing. I just feel that you are kinda like him.”
[Am I?]
“You smell very much like him.”
The man seemed to hesitate for a while and asked, [What kind of smell?]
“I can’t be sure, but it’s awfully familiar.”
He did not speak for a long time before he said, [Let’s eat
the noodles.]
“Okay.”
Stella’s suspicion of him was only limited to that moment, and she quickly dismissed the idea. Weston was now lying in the hospital, and his condition was uncertain. If he were to wake up, he
would’ve
definitely dealt with Ford Corporation’s crisis instead of coming over to act with her.
Even if he had this leisure, the people of Ford Corporation would not let him do so.
Even with his will disclosed, she could bet things were a royal mess over there. Besides, with Daisy
taking over the company, Stella believed this feeling was just an illusion, which meant he couldn’t
possibly be Weston.
After eating, the man stood up and washed the dishes skillfully.
Stella wanted to call out to him but suddenly realized that she did not even know his name.
“By the way, what’s your name?” she asked.
The man’s hands suddenly twitched, and he looked at her. [Does it matter?]
The flat tone made Stella frown. “You cannot even tell me your name?”
[She should have told you before.]
Stella was startled for a moment, then she realized that
he was referring to Joan.
Now, her suspicion of the man only grew.
First, he was not willing to address Joan as his mother. Second, he would not talk and even tell her his
name.
“Has anyone ever said you’re weird?” [That’s why I don’t live in the school dormitory.] He answered quickly.
Stella was speechless.
She propped up her chin and looked blankly at the void. “ How old are you?”
He hesitated. [Twenty.]
“Then you are about the same age as my brother.”
He did not seem interested in Stella talking about her brother and said to her, [I’m going to wash the
dishes.]
With that, he went into the kitchen.
When he came out, he saw that Stella was still sitting at the table, so he stepped forward and picked her
up in his arms.
Stella felt a hover underneath her and subconsciously exclaimed. “What are you doing?”
Since the man’s hands were full, he couldn’t speak and could only carry her to the couch silently.
The familiar touch startled her, and she said, “Tell me first the next time you want to hug me.”
Wait…
Why should he tell her?
She corrected herself. “You don’t have to hug me next time. I can walk on my own.”