Mr. Ford Is Jealous Chapter 904

Weston looked at her steadily and asked with an unfluctuating voice, “Really, what did you hear?”

Stella looked into his eyes. “Why did you agree for Guinevere to attend our wedding?” she almost asked,
but when their eyes met, and she thought of tomorrow‘s plan, she swallowed all her words back.

Hence, she simply said, “I heard that you wanted to add one more seat. Hasn‘t the guest list been
decided? Why do you need another seat? Who else hasn‘t been invited?”

He put her on the bed and lay down beside her. Covered her up with the blanket, and he took her into his
arms again. “It‘s no one important.”

“Oh...”

She did not ask anymore.

He brushed away the hair on her forehead and kissed her.

It was a kiss that was almost reverent.

He gazed into her eyes deeply with a look as gentle as the infinite night. “Goodnight, my bride.”

Tomorrow, she would become Mrs. Ford.

She smiled. “Goodnight, my bridegroom.”

She buried her head into his arms.

Inexplicably, a tear rolled out the corner of her eye.

On the wedding day.



Although Stella had said, she wanted the wedding to be simple… Her concept of simplicity was on a
whole different level from Weston‘s.

Nearly a hundred limousines had arrived to pick up the bride, causing a heavy traffic jam.

The whole city was broadcasting the spectacle of the limousines adorned with wedding banners–and all
the congratulatory messages contained two names:

Bridegroom: Weston.

Bride: Ella.

Stella had nothing, while Ella had everything.

The limousines departed from Ahn City and went to the nearby Nordwen City before finally arriving at the
apartment next to Fern University

It was the place where Stella and Roger lived after changing identities. It represented their new life.

Anyway, the bride was not there.

Having said that, the flow of the wedding still differed greatly from the norm.

At the moment, Stella was on a ferry, getting her makeup done and changing into her wedding dress,

Because she requested simplicity, the design team tried to be creative with the theme, and what they
came out with was a unique moniker called “The End of the World.”

The venue of the wedding was on a cliff, below which was an endless sea. The bride would come from
the sea and go onshore where the groom was waiting.



This might sound awfully romantic for a wedding theme, but Stella clearly knew the reason she agreed to
this plan–it was because Warren told her that it would be easier for her to escape with the ferry.

The clamor of a hundred human voices flooded her ears.

Weston was still on land. Having departed Ford Manor, it would take him at least half an hour to get
here.

The ferry that Stella was on was also half an hour away from the shore.

She sat at the dressing table, waiting for the makeup artist to put on her makeup, when there was a
knock on the door.

“Come in.”

Steady footsteps came from behind her. When she looked back, she found that the person in front of her
was not the makeup artist from earlier but a sturdy man.

“Ms. Steele, Mr. Ford wants you to come with me.”

He then handed her a cell phone intercom.

“Grandpa,” Stella said as she took it.

Warren‘s voice came on the line.

“We‘ve managed to buy some time on Weston‘s side. We will switch you with a double. There is another
ship at the dock that heads to another country. You will board that ship later.” Stella frowned. “Will
Weston do anything on the double?”


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