Mr. Ford Is Jealous Chapter 572

That was the highest level of acceptance one could expect from a man like Xavier Ford.

Still, Daisy had her own concerns. “What about that fiancée of yours?” she suddenly asked. “Both of
you are bound by an engagement contract. How will you explain things to your family if you have a
relationship with me?”

“You are worthy of being Weston’s secretary, after all-alert and clear-minded.”

Xavier lifted her chin. “In that case, I’ll be frank. As long as you are willing, I can bring to rest all your
concerns. Of course, this will have to be based on firm determination on your part. I can’t possibly up-
end my life’s peace and stability for an unsophisticated, fickle-minded woman. What do you say?”

“It seems you don’t like me as much as you claim,” Daisy smiled. “I thought you would treat me at least
like how Mr. Ford treats Ella.”

The way Xavier treated her was more like how one would treat a favored pet.

Xavier shook his head and laughed carelessly. “You can’t get Weston out of your mind, can you? Do
you care how he treats Ella?”

Daisy collected herself. “Whatever it is, I will never be the other woman…”

She didn’t want to discuss Weston Ford anymore.

The elevator doors slid open with a ding.

Xavier held her waist and walked out. “Don’t worry. I won’t make things difficult for you. But you must
tell me. Who were those people looking for Weston?”



“I’m not too sure myself. I heard that they are from a distributor…” Daisy replied nonchalantly.

At the hospital.

Hayden was getting ready to clock out on time when he saw a man carrying a woman in the distance.

A bunch of bodyguards in black were making way for them, and the entire scene was enough for him to
guess who the man was.

He sighed and called Lucas.



“We might have to cancel our dinner plans today. Guinevere is here.”

“Okay.”

Lucas looked at Yvonne. He had answered the call in the study, and Yvonne was working by his side.
She wore a pair

of black-rimmed glasses, making her face look extra petite.

His fingers tapped on the desk. “I got it.”

With that, he ended the call.

The beep of the dial tone told Hayden that Lucas would be off to keep his beloved wife company,
whereas he had to work overtime in misery.

By the time he put his phone aside, Weston had arrived by his side. “Dr. Quirk.”

His voice was cold and distant with nary a hint of anxiety.



He glanced down at Guinevere in Weston’s arms. “Her condition was triggered again?”

Weston nodded as he calmly placed Guinevere on the bed behind the curtain.

Hayden saw how Weston skillfully maneuvered Guinevere

and his gaze deepened.

He quickly walked over to Guinevere by the bed.

At the sight of the woman shutting her eyes tight, as if strongly detesting her surroundings , Hayden
furrowed his brows. “Is she conscious?”

He remembered the first time he treated Guinevere and realized how much her condition had
stabilized. Why was her condition triggered again today?

He saw Guinevere opening her eyes, and he walked toward her. “How do you feel?”

Guinevere looked past him toward Weston, who was behind him. “Don’t go.”

Hayden turned around to look at Weston. “The patient is emotionally unstable and wishes for you to
stay. Please make a decision only after she’s fully conscious.”


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