Mr. Ford Is Jealous Chapter 291

Stella scampered towards Weston with her bangs fluttering in the air. When she finally got to him, her
hair was a cluttered mess.

“This place is like a maze,” said Weston, calmly smoothing Stella’s hair back in place with his fingers. “I
was worried that you’d get lost.”

“Lost?” Stella laughed. “How could anyone get lost in a tiny place like this?” Weston grabbed her
hands. He noticed that they were bone dry, and his eyes turned gloomy. Stella, however, failed to
notice this subtle change of his, and merely felt that he was clutching her hands a little too tightly. “It
hurts!” she complained, frowning.

Weston loosened his grip on Stella’s hands. She quickly drew them back, and he saw red marks on the
back of her hands.

“Sorry,” Weston muttered. He glanced at the prints he left on Stella’s hands before walking away,
leaving Stella to wonder what she had done wrong.

Weston went to Xavier and told him, “That’s it for today. We’re leaving.”

“You’re leaving?” Xavier stood up straight. “What’s the rush? I haven’t even introduced you to my new
girlfriend!”

“Another one?” Weston asked, rubbing his temples. “So soon?”

Xavier chuckled and playfully lifted the chin of the svelte woman next to him. “Come on. I’ll introduce
her to you!”



Xavier’s taste in women had never changed – he had always loved the hottest celebrities. Weston had
never been able to tell any of his girlfriends apart, neither did he have any interest in them.

“Wait for me in the car,” he told Stella, not even giving the woman a second look.

“Aww, why did you have to send Ella away?” Xavier grumbled. “She should get to know my girlfriend,
that way, it’ll be more fun the next time we’re out together!” Those words sounded friendly, even polite,
but even the woman beside Xavier knew that it was nothing but a lot of hot air. Xavier was never with
the same woman for more than a week, and he was notorious for it. Everybody knew that.

Weston’s frown deepened. His impatience was plain to see. “Okay, okay,” said Xavier. He understood
perfectly that his nephew didn’t like him comparing Ella to his countless girlfriends. “I won’t say things
like that again, I promise. But why are you still here? Why didn’t you leave with your dearest sweetheart
over there?”



“Go get the manager,” Weston instructed him. “I want to see the surveillance video of the hallway.”

Meanwhile, Stella was waiting for Weston inside the car. She had been looking out anxiously, terrified
that Weston had just noticed something.

She felt like she had been waiting forever when she finally spotted a familiar figure in the distance
approaching the car. Her gaze was fixed on Weston as he swiftly strode over, opened the door, and got
into the car.

She stared silently at him, not knowing what to say.

“Drive,” Weston ordered the driver. “Yes, sir.”



The car drove off. The club receded into the distance behind them. Stella chewed over how to broach
the subject in her mind again and again before finally speaking up.

“So… What were you doing back there?”

“Are you going to start meddling in my private life now?” Weston countered.

“Isn’t it a bit too early for that?”

“I don’t care about your private life!” Stella responded. She looked down and was quiet for a while, then
remembered something.

“Do you often go to Lowe Garden?” she asked.

She had learned from Justin that Weston had another kept woman in Lowe Garden. She didn’t think
much of it then, nor was she upset about it. With the way things were now, she had no right to question
him about these things anyway. Besides, she had no desire to ask him about it because she genuinely
didn’t care. But now that she suddenly brought up the subject like that, Weston really thought that she
was jealous.

“Who told you that?” he asked, his eyes squinted as he scrutinized her. He cupped her chin in place so
he wouldn’t miss a single trace of expression on her face. “It doesn’t matter who told me that!” Stella
replied, clenching her fists nervously.

“Is it true?” If there was one thing that Weston couldn’t stand, it was being interrogated by a woman.
Yet, for some reason, when it was Stella doing it, he was oddly pleased. The dark cloud that had been
hanging over him just simply vanished. Weston put his arms around Stella and pulled her onto his lap.
He then leaned over and kissed her lips.



“It’s not what you think,” he murmured between his kisses. He held her there and sucked the nectar
from her lips with rare tenderness.

“You’re my only woman, okay?”


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