Mr. Ford Is Jealous

Chapter 50

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She had been putting up a strong front during this entire period, pretending that nothing was wrong between the two. But she clearly knew that there existed a huge gap between Weston and herself in her heart.

Ella’s appearance today made alarm bells ring out loud and threatened her like never before. Even though Ella did not do anything except make an appearance, it sent Guinevere’s life and her relationship with Weston into complete upheaval.

She hugged him tighter. “Do you still blame me?”

Weston stayed still and let her continue hugging him. He did not respond but did not return the hug either. “Why would I blame you? You did nothing wrong.”

Guinevere slowly tightened her hold around his waist as her heart turned cold. She refused to let go as she gritted her teeth and said, “About Stella Sealey… you still blame me for it, don’t

you?”

For a brief moment, Weston stiffened up, but he quickly spun around and looked down at the woman before him, “You’re a victim yourself in that incident. Why would I blame you?” His voice was low, and it was hard to tell if he meant anything else. Guinevere knew that he had no hidden meaning, but an inexplicable sense of guilt somehow arose in her heart. A chill ran from the bottom of her feet to the top of her head, and she couldn’t care less about anything else, “Do you still find it hard to forget about Stella Sealey? Do you still have feelings for her? She’s dead… does that make you feel guilty?” This was the first time she had spoken so blatantly about that woman after that incident happened.

Guinevere looked anxiously at the man before her, and saw his brows knit together.

His eyes remained unfathomably deep and cold. “Back then, I had to choose one of the two of you. I chose you. Gwen, what else do you want?”

His eyes were cold, absent of any other emotions. His eyes were also piercing, as if trying to see through Guinevere. All of a sudden, Guinevere released her hands and stepped back. “…” She wanted to speak, but her throat felt constricted, and she could not utter a word.

She had achieved her goal. Out of the two of them, Weston did not hesitate to choose her. Clearly, this meant that she was a lot more important to him than Stella was, right?

But why was she constantly feeling insecure…

At the hospital

The man sitting on the wheelchair toyed around with the plants by his side, completely

ignoring the complaints coming from a woman next to him.

Guinevere noticed him spacing out. Displeased, she complained, “Henry, are you listening to a word I’m saying?” Henry put down the potted plant and looked up at her. “Gwen, you shouldn’t be complaining about your issues with Weston to an outsider like me. What’s more, I have no way of helping you solve your relationship woes.”

“Aren’t we all good friends who grew up together…”

“Gwen, if you don’t come clean, there’s no way I can help you, even if I want to,” He pushed his wheelchair and stopped right before Guinevere. He pulled out a piece of tissue and wiped his long fingers without any change in his expression, “Did you just come here today to complain about how

Weston doesn’t care much about you?” Guinevere’s face changed as she chuckled self-deprecatingly, “Even you can tell that in one glance…yet he can’t.”

She clenched her fist and looked towards Henry, a dark look in her eyes. “Tell me honestly; Does Weston have feelings for that Stella Sealey?” Henry had a complicated look in his eyes as he glanced at the woman before him whose eyes were shut tight.

Before he could open his mouth to reply to her, Guinevere asked in a perplexed tone, “Is she more beautiful than I am?”

Henry shook his head and chuckled lightly, “When did you become so lacking in self confidence? Gwen, who else in the entertainment industry would dare to claim they are more beautiful than you?’

Her beauty came at the price of unspeakable money and time, on top of her excellent genes. If she still could not claim top spot in terms of beauty, she must’ve spent all that money in vain.