Mr. Ford Is Jealous Chapter 834

Blood drained completely from the reporter’s face as soon as he heard Weston’s question. He was fully
aware of how powerful Weston was. It would be stupid to provoke him. He shouldn’t have been so
caught up in the moment and forgotten himself just now.

“I’m truly sorry, Mr. Ford…”

Weston restrained his anger and tossed the camera back to the reporter.

“Beat it,” he snarled, and said nothing more to him.

He turned around and noticed that Stella didn’t look very well. He frowned, took her hand, and
whispered in her ear, “If you don’t feel well, we can leave now.”

Stella nodded.

“You take care of the rest,” Weston instructed Ben.

Ben nodded, then Weston swiftly took Stella away from the hall.

The engagement party had caused such a stir that news of it occupied the front page of all major
newspapers in Ahn City. The whole incident was a hot topic on everyone’s lips.

Once the party was over, Weston booked a room at a hotel for Stella to stay in and brought her there.
On their way, a pregnant silence hung over them. It was as if they were suppressing so

many thoughts in their minds, each unwilling to express them.

To start, there were those pesky questions that the reporter had asked…



It was true that Stella should hate both Guinevere and Weston. So why did she decide to marry the
man? Was she resigned to her fate? Was she still in love with him even after all the horrible things that
he’d done to her?

Neither of those answers sounded reasonable.

Both of them knew this, of course. That was precisely why they remained in silence.

As things descended into chaos outside, the two of them settled down in a VIP suite on the top floor of
the hotel. But not long after that, Weston got up and was about to leave.

“Where are you going?” Stella asked, grabbing his arm before he left.

Weston sat down next to her, gently stroked her hair, and replied, “My grandfather is waiting for me
outside. It’ll only take a minute. I’ll be back before you know it.”

“Okay,” she replied. Then, she asked, “Will he be furious at you?”

She thought of how Warren had now learned of their previous marriage to each other, and that she had
been using a fake identity all along.

Weston leaned over and kissed her forehead.

“Don’t worry,” he assured her. “I can handle it.”

Stella nodded.

“I’ll go once you’re asleep,” he said as he ran his fingers through her hair.

“I think you’d better go now,” she urged. “Your grandfather must’ve been waiting for ages by now.”



“It’s fine,” he insisted, firmly but with a tender warmth in his voice. “I’ll wait till you’re asleep.” ;

He gazed fixedly at her, as if she was the only person that mattered to him in this whole world. With
those eyes and that husky voice of his, it was hard not to be completely bewitched.

After a while, Stella closed her eyes and slowly drifted off to sleep. The last things she was aware of
were Weston’s gentle sigh, the rustling noise as he placed a blanket over her body, and the sound of
his footsteps as he left the room.

Warren had been waiting in the hallway outside the suite for hours.

“My dear boy!” he greeted Weston with a cold sneer when he came out. “You’ve really given me a
massive gift!”

Weston had never disappointed him before ever since he was born. As an exceptional member of the
Ford family, he had always displayed a level of skills and talent that was far beyond the reach of his
peers. At an age when other men like him were busy fooling around with women and burning money on
expensive cars and designer clothes, Weston had spent his time establishing a firm foothold in the
Ford Corporation.

He was undeniably a rare genius.


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