Mr. Ford Is Jealous Chapter 214

Although they were smiling and treating her politely, they had every right to look down upon a home
wrecker liked her.

Stella shut her eyes and released a sigh. Instantly, her mood was gone. Weston could tell something
was off with her because ever since she heard Guinevere’s name, she had been keeping quiet. After
the woman left, he suddenly grabbed Stella’s wrist and whispered, “I’m not married yet.”

After reuniting, this wasn’t the first time he had told her this. At first, Stella thought he was just lying to
her but now as she gazed into his eyes, she knew he was being honest. But she was devoid of
feelings. “Why are you telling me this?” she questioned quietly. “Do you want me to give the two of you
a present or do you want me to attend your wedding?” Asides from all that, she doesn’t know why he
would tell her these. . Sure enough, his face fell. He stood up and stared at her steadily. Before he
shifted his gaze away, there weren’t any emotions in his eyes. Not long later, Mr. Kennedy appeared
fifty minutes later than the originally promised time. But he doesn’t look apologetic as a bright smile
was hanging on his face and he greeted Weston. “Mr. Ford, I can’t believe you had the time to come
here. To what I owe you this pleasure.”

The heater inside the room was at a high temperature. Weston took off his jacket and hung it on his
arm as he looked at Mr. Kennedy. “I’m here to get a piano.” “Piano? When did you continue to play the
piano again?” Mr. Kennedy was taken aback. “You used to lose your patience when learning it as a kid.
Why did you suddenly think about picking it up?”

Mr. Kennedy was a professional, so Weston had always respected him. Before this, he felt it was a pity
that Weston quit piano because he was talented, but then he realized that Weston was just too smart.

He was a fast learner but whether he would continue learning or not depended solely on his interest



Mr. Kennedy knew that he was going to inherit the family business in the end. All of these were merely
a hobby to him as he would never change his career.

Mr. Kennedy understood that doing business earns more money.

But what he didn’t think was that after so many years, he would see him in Musx. Weston turned to
look at Stella and said, “No. It’s for her.”

Mr. Kennedy only noticed the woman beside him now. He adjusted his glasses and looked at Stella
more closely. His countenance changed dramatically as he inquired, “Who is this?” “Her name is Ella,
and she can play the piano really well.” Weston introduced her.

“Really?” The elderly man’s face got more solemn, and he didn’t say anything, instead, looking at the
woman beside him.

The woman shook her head at him, her face filled with embarrassment as she lowered her head.

Everyone was silent, as if not interested in the private lives of the two of them.

But Stella felt her face heating up.


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