Mr. Ford Is Jealous Chapter 47

Guinevere thought that she had finally gotten used to the quiet atmosphere between them, but it
suddenly occurred to her, right when the air around her became suffocating-she and Weston had
gotten to the point of having nothing to talk about.

Previously, she could sweep things under the rug, turning a blind eye toward the truth of the matter, but
Ella’s appearance was the last straw that broke the camel’s back.

She stared at the hard, unflinching look on the face of the man seated next to her. It was as if nothing
could move his stony heart. He had always been like this, sitting silently by himself. No one else could
figure out what was on his mind. Back then, she had fallen so hard for that mysterious, deep look in his
eyes. Yet now, she hated the cold divide he had erected between them. Finally, when she could bear it
no longer, she decided to be the first to break the silence.

” Don’t you have anything to tell me?” It had always been like that. Between the two of them, she would
always be the one accommodating and compromising , following in Weston’s footsteps. Whereas
Weston had never changed one bit for her. The thought made Guinevere’s heart grow cold. She had
always thought of Weston as being accommodating towards her. Everyone believed that Weston
indulged her and doted on her, be it herself or the people around her. But in fact, how many times had
he actually compromised for her sake?

He looked at her and said mildly, “What do you want me to say?”

It was an expected response. Guinevere smiled bitterly. “Don’t you think Ella looks uncannily like a
particular person?”

“Who do you think she resembles?” Weston threw out a question, seemingly casually.



“Weston! I don’t want to play mind games with you. I just have one question for you: Do you blame
me?”

Guinevere’s voice quivered as she asked the question. “Do you believe what Stella said before she
jumped off that building? Do you think I was the mastermind behind those people, and do you blame
me for causing her death?”

She became agitated the more she spoke. Weston, however, merely looked at her with furrowed
brows. “You’re overthinking things.” “Then why have you treated me so coldly and indifferently these
days?” “I’ve always been like this.” Weston looked at her and emphasized, “This is not the first day
you’re getting to know me.” “Yes, that’s right. You’ve always been like this…”

Guinevere repeated his words in a daze, and she slumped back into her seat, defeated. She covered
her eyes with her arm. “You’ve always been like that. You’ve never changed. What exactly has
changed, then?” No one offered an answer to her question.

Not even Weston. It was as if he was oblivious to the emotions exploding from within Guinevere. He
turned his attention to the documents in his hands.

He remained silent throughout the ride.

Guinevere gradually regained her composure and restored herself to her usual demeanor as the car
drove right to the mansion.

“It’s already past ten. I wonder if Zack is asleep.” Zack was the only common topic left between the two.
Guinevere felt that they were still a family, despite not being married to Weston, only because of her
child. Obtaining a marriage certificate was only a matter of time. Indeed, upon hearing Zack’s name,
Weston finally broke his silence. He lifted his arm and glanced at his watch.



“He should be asleep by this time.” “It’s alright. Even if he’s asleep, I’ll have the nanny carry him out.
He’ll cry and fuss at night anyway. I’d rather keep him awake for a while now. It might help him sleep
more soundly through the night,” Guinevere said with a smile. Weston furrowed his brows.

“I can come by to see him tomorrow.”

With that, he strode upstairs.

Guinevere’s eyes darkened as she followed him. “Why don’t we go to his room and see him without
waking him up?” Her son would be turning one in a few months.

Although she was still sleeping in a separate room from Weston, she didn’t want to miss an opportunity
to spend some alone time with him.


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