Mr. Ford Is Jealous Chapter 570

Guinevere couldn’t feel a single ounce of warmth and asked tearfully, “Were you that superficial when
you hugged Stella?”

“Don’t mention her name again.”

“Why can’t I?” Guinevere wiped away the tears on her face and looked up at him.

“To you, her name is taboo. Is it because you don’t want to hear her name or because you don’t dare
to?….because your heart aches each time you think about her, doesn’t it?”

She suddenly spoke right into his heart. “Do you regret choosing me when you had to choose between
us?”

So what if Weston did choose her back then? He might have come to regret it now.

Weston grabbed her arms and pushed her away. He lowered his head and looked right into her eyes,
“Or, you might have gotten it all wrong. I didn’t choose anyone back then. Long before things blew up, I
had already made arrangements downstairs . Those kidnappers wouldn’t have been able to bring
Stella away.”

“What do you mean by that?”

Guinevere’s eyes trembled. “Do you mean that you’ve never

given up on her? Back then, you only chose me because of circumstances?”

She had never considered this possibility, and she felt her head buzz. Suddenly, she laughed wildly.
“Turns out that that’s the truth…you chose me just so that they would lower their guard? You’ve already



arranged things such that they would never be able to take Stella away, right?”

“Hahahaha!”

Guinevere laughed crazily, “So, that’s it. I’ve been imagining things all along…”

She had thought that she was important to Weston, which was why he chose her.

Stella probably thought that, too, which was why she lost all hope and was willing to die alongside the
kidnappers.

None of them were willing to believe that Weston cared for Stella.



Guinevere wiped away her tears, “But, so what? She thought the same as I did till the point of her
death. She didn’t believe you; she didn’t believe that you would save her, so she chose to jump off the
balcony!”

“Weston Ford. She’s dead. So what if you have feelings for her? She’s already dead, and she’s never
coming back! I’m the only one left for you!”

She looked into his icy gaze, and her heart turned bitter. She

rubbed her temples and said, “Weston…I feel terrible…”

Weston reached out to hold her steady, “Gwen…”

At the Ford Corporation’s office building.

An ambulance was waiting downstairs.



Many employees witnessed Weston carrying Guinevere and walking out

In the secretary’s office.

Daisy had just ended a call when she saw Weston, his face dark and surrounded by a cold aura. He
was carrying Guinevere and heading out. She stood stunned for a moment before snapping back to
attention. “Mr. Ford, do you need any help?”

Weston walked right past her. “Don’t block the way.”

Daisy stood around awkwardly.

Afterward, she saw Ben walking anxiously over, asking, “Mr. Sullivan, what’s going on?”

Ben didn’t turn to look at her but instead hurried out with his phone at his ear, “Take care of things in
the office. Ms. Cohen just fainted, and Mr. Ford is sending her to the hospital. Push back all of today’s
meetings!”

“All right, Mr. Sullivan…”

Overwhelmed , Daisy looked at them walk away as mixed feelings grew in her heart.

She thought that she had grown closer to Weston after what happened, but to her surprise, things
hadn’t changed at all, and Weston had continued communicating with her strictly on a professional
basis.

Daisy stumbled back to her desk, still in a daze.


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