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Mr. Ford Is Jealous Chapter 951 After that, no matter how much Hayden tried to make Stella talk, she just would not open up her heart again. She talked about general things on the surface and refused to pour out what she really felt.
Hayden found himself in a tricky situation. Stella seemed like a gentle and docile woman, but she was very defensive at heart.
Perhaps even she did not realize that deep down; a split personality might be hiding itself. “Mrs. Ford, how long has this been going on?” “I’m not too sure either…” Stella struggled to remember. Suddenly, a sharp pain throbbed in her mind and made her expression ugly.
“Sorry, I…”
She tried to stand up, but she fell back in her seat. She pressed her temples hard and tried to shake off the jumbled images in her head to no avail.
A patch of thick red liquid spread before her eyes.
Vivid images of the scene on the rooftop, the kidnappers, and her desperation during the fall brutally forced themselves into her mind. After that came the blood that poured out from beneath.
Stella was instantly shot with bullets that were filled with moments of total despair. After that, they all collapsed and converged into the image of the pot of oleander bathed in sunlight on the balcony. The bloody images soon overlapped each other into a blur.
‘End it all,’ said the voice in her head. “The pain will be gone after the end.’ “Mrs. Ford… Mrs. Ford?”
Hayden raised his voice and frowned. “Mrs. Ford, are you okay?” Stella snapped back to her senses, her head covered in sweat.
“S-sorry…” Stella was shocked by her own extreme thoughts. She gulped hard and gripped the arm of the sofa. “I feel a little uncomfortable. Can we talk some other time?”
In her current state, there was no way she could continue the conversation. Hayden reassured her, “It’s okay. If you don’t feel like talking anymore, we can always stop.”
He said, “Psychotherapy is a very long process. My last patient was actually….” “Was your last patient Guinevere?”
Stella suddenly gave him a sharp look. “Dr. Quirk, are you Guinevere’s psychiatrist?” Hayden’s eyes flickered. “Yes, I am.” He noticed the subtle change in Stella’s emotions when she mentioned Guinevere’s name.
Stella and Guinevere were love rivals. It was only normal for them to be hostile against each other. In psychotherapy, it was common to use possible characters to guide the patient’s emotions. “Do you mind telling me more about your relationship with Ms. Cohen?” Stella shook her head. “I have nothing to say about her.” “You seem very agitated about her. Is it about Weston?” “No…” “If it’s not Weston, what’s the connection between you? The Ford family? Zachary?” Hayden guessed, “Unsurprisingly, you should be her child’s stepmother…” “Enough!” Stella roared, “Shut up!” Her eyes turned red as she heaved angrily and clenched her fists. She would never be Zachary’s stepmother. The image of her own child lying in front of her in a bloody mess instantly appeared before her eyes; her child crying and questioning her. How could she become the stepmother to a murderer’s child? Weston heard the commotion and rushed in with concern. “Stella.” His face was stern. He pulled her into his arms and comforted her, “What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?” Stella only shook her head and leaned into his arms stiffly. After she had calmed down, Hayden stood up and shot Weston a hard look. “Mr. Ford, can we talk?”
Mr. Ford Is Jealous Chapter 952
Mr. Ford Is Jealous Chapter 952 Without warning, Stella’s emotions suddenly turned turbulent and violent. Naturally, Weston wanted to know why.
After she calmed down and went to her room, the two men went to a quieter balcony. Weston offered Hayden a cigarette, but Hayden shook his head. “I don’t smoke.”
“What a coincidence. I don’t smoke too,” Weston replied as he withdrew the cigarette. Hayden glanced at him and laughed. “I didn’t expect the famous Mr. Ford of Ahn City would fall for a woman like that.”
Weston smiled indifferently and said nothing about it. “I just want to know why she suddenly lost her temper.”
Hayden rubbed his temple. “Mr. Ford, you don’t seem to understand women very well.”
Weston frowned.
“Did you forget? I used to be Guinevere’s psychiatrist,” Hayden reminded Weston. “And so?”
“So… Mrs. Ford is very defensive against me. She’s defensive against anyone and anything that has to do with Guinevere.”
Weston seemed to have understood his implication. “Are you saying she’s rejecting me because she thinks I’m involved with Guinevere?” 1!
“It’s possible, but it’s just a guess.”
Hayden was unsure. “I tested her a few times… the reasons for her anger were basically Guinevere and… the child.”
When Hayden mentioned the child , he noticed a slight change in Weston’s expression. “So it’s probably about the child,” the doctor said and smiled.
“Mr. Ford, you should be the one who understands best; her reaction each time she hears about the child.”
Weston’s face sank. “Is there any way to ease her rejection?”
Hayden shook his head. “The defenses in her mind are very strong, and I suspect…” Hayden hesitated a little and paused. He shook his head again and speculated, “It’s still too early to jump to conclusions. I’ll need more observations.”
“I see.” Weston’s temples throbbed. A hint of fatigue flashed in his eyes, but that quickly disappeared, and his eyes reverted to their usual indifference.
Hayden began to advise Weston, “If possible, it’s best you be with her as much as possible during this time.”
He explained , “I’m not saying she needs company, but rather… supervision.” Weston had turned around, but hearing the latter, he stopped in his tracks. “Supervision?”
Hayden nodded. “Her emotional disorder is tinged with a bit of aggression.
“Just like Guinevere?” Weston spoke slowly. “It’s not really the same thing.” Hayden explained,” Guinevere’s emotional disorder is triggered by a memory disorderand her own reluctance to remember the past.
Stella’s is the opposite. She’s too attached to the past.”
Hayden continued with a sigh, “I don’t know what happened between you guys, but youhave to pay attention to anything that has to do with Guinevere. Stay on high alert. Stella, she… She might not be able to control her negative emotions.” “Are you saying that…” Weston turned around and looked at him with slightly cold eyes. “She might hurt someone?” “I wouldn’t rule out the possibility.” Stella was exhausted and was soundly asleep in the room. When Weston returned to the room, he found her on the bed, curled up in a ball. He stopped in his tracks and subconsciously walked towards her with softer steps. Then, he sat down next to her. Stella’s eyes fluttered open as if something startled her. “Who is it?” “It’s me.” Weston looked at her with a deep gaze and then picked her up. “Did you just fall asleep?” Stella nodded. “What did Dr. Quirk tell you?” “Nothing. You’re still stable.” Weston looked into her eyes. “As long as you cooperate with the treatment, it won’t be a problem.” “Really?” Stella was a little skeptical. “But I saw his face earlier, and it didn’t look too optimistic…”
Mr. Ford Is Jealous by Boat of Peaches chapter 953
Mr. Ford Is Jealous Chapter 953 “That’s only because he treats you like a patient.”
“Don’t worry,” Weston reassured her as he smoothed the wild strands of her hair.
“I’ll be right here with you.
I’ll never let anything happen to you.” He kissed her ear.
Stella shuddered when his breath brushed against her skin.
Weston, however, let her go before she could make a move.
“Let’s take a bath and go to sleep,” he said, standing up and heading straight to the bathroom.
Stella watched him as he walked away with an inscrutable expression on her face.
Weston truly did not end up doing anything to her that night.
He even gave her ample space for her to breathe comfortably.
The next morning, Weston went to work so early that he was nowhere to be seen when Stella woke up.
She sat in bed, shook her head from side to side, and was relieved to find that she was in much betterspirits today.
After breakfast, she got a call from Bradley Lane, who informed her that the date for the film’s premiere had been set.
Due to unavoidable reasons, the release was delayed time and time again.
But now, the public’s
appetite had been whetted enough.
The cast and crew, elated by the happy news, decided to celebrate the occasion.
Bradley asked Stella if she wanted to join them, to which she politely declined.
She felt she was in no state to go out at the moment.
“I remember how you told me you wanted a long and successful career in this industry,”Bradley reminded her.
“If that is still the case, then you must seize every opportunity that comes your way.” “I’m sorry,” replied Stella hoarsely.
“Right now, I’m unsure if I still want to go down this path.”
She initially wantedto become an actress to pull herself out of a rut, gaining strength and status that would put her in a better position when protecting herself against Weston Ford.
However, considering how things went down, she realized how laughably naive that plan was.
After a long silence, Bradley spoke again in a much sterner voice.
“It’s your choice whether you come out or not.
Just remember that this is the last chance I’m giving you.”
He then abruptly hung up.
The hollow beeping tone from the phone unnerved Stella.
She considered Bradley’s words for a while before changing her clothes and going out.
Just as she approached the door, however, Joan suddenly came up behind her and asked, “Where are you going, Mrs.
Ford?”
“I’m stepping out for a while.”
“But Mr.
Ford has asked you to stay home and get a proper rest!”
“I know,” Stella frowned.
“I just want to get some fresh air.
I won’t be long.” “I’m sorry, Mrs.
Ford…” The strange look on Joan’s face made it seem like she was hiding something. “But Mr.
Ford insisted that you must stay home…” she repeated.
Sensing that something fishy was going on, Stella asked, “I must stay home? What exactly do you mean?” Joan said nothing, buther eyes shifted to the door.
Stella shoved the door open, only to see a group of bodyguards standing outside the villa.
All of them stood firmly on guard, obviously under orders to prohibit her exit.
Stella gripped the doorknob.
“What was he thinking?! Is he trying to shut me up inside here all day?” Joan sighed.
“I’m sure Mr.
Ford means well…” Stella instantly grabbed lier phone and called Weston.” What are all those bodyguards doing at thedoor? What are you trying to do?” Stella demanded as soon as the call connected.
There was a long, tense silence before she heard his cold, deep voice reply, “You should be agood girl and stay home.” Stella took a deep breath.
“Have I even lost my right to go out?” she asked.
“There’s no need for you to go anywhere,” he answered.” You can buy anything you want online or ask Joan to buythem for you.” “Are you locking me up inside the house?!” “It can’t be helped if you want to look at it that way.” “Weston!” Stella’s voice trembled.
“What do you take me for? Your prisoner?!” “Surely, you must’ve known,” Weston interjected in a voice that chilled her bones,”that there will be consequences for your attempt to escape our wedding.” “Stella,” he continued.
Mr. Ford Is Jealous by Boat of Peaches chapter 9544 Stella closed her eyes, and her hands quivered. A sudden gust of cold breeze blew past her from the front yard, clearing her cluttering mind.
“I’m not a criminal, Weston.
You can’t keep me locked inside the house…” “But you promised me yourself,” Weston argued, his voice piercingly cold.
“You promised me, Stella, that no matter how I punish you, you would accept it all.” He then laughed in atone filled with biting derision.
“And yet, you won’t let me make love to you, you won’t let me capture the man who did me wrong, and you won’t let me lock you up eitherlSo is it me who’s punishing you, or is it you who’s punishing me now, hmm?” Stella took a deep breath.
Without saying a word, she hung up the phone, glanced at the bodyguards outside , turned around, and went back to her room.
Meanwhile, in the Ford Corporation CEO’s office, Ben stood aside as Weston spoke on the phone.
Having heard everything , he felt so awkward he didn’t know where to look.
Weston exuded a cold air as he stared into the dark empty
screen on his phone.
He tossed it aside, making it crash loudly onto the table.
“Mr.
Ford…” Ben was almost quivering.
“What is it?!” Weston barked, giving Ben a cursory glance.
“There was a message from the Cohen family…” Ben paused when he saw the deep frown on Weston’s face before hastily adding, “But it has nothing todo with Miss Guinevere Cohen! It’s from her grandfather, Mr.
Frederick Cohen.
He expressed his wish to see the younger members of his family because he hasn’t been out for a long time.”
Weston couldn’tquite make out Frederick Cohen’s plans, but the truth remained that the older- generation Fords and Cohens were especially close, so close that when it came down to his generation, everyone wished to see Weston and Guinevere get married.
It would finally consolidate the two great families.
Unfortunately, the relationship between Guinevere and Weston proved to be a disaster.
News of one scandal after another spread among the public, putting the two families in an awkward and humiliating position.
Nonetheless, the two families were still bound to each other by inextricably linked business ties.
A host of interests also made it impossible for them to cut each other off completely.
“Get my latest schedule from the secretary.” SA “Yes, Mr.
Ford.” Ben immediately rushed out of the office, clearly knowing that Weston was in a rotten mood.
He wouldn’t want to be in the line of fire and become collateral damage.
No matter what happened, Zachary Ford was still the youngest member of the Cohen family, and Frederick Cohen’s request to see him was nothing out of the ordinary.
There would be no reason to refuse him.
Hence, Weston headed to the Ford Mansion to pick Zack up.
Zack was only about one year old.
He was inseparable from Wendy, clinging onto her wherever she went.
Hearing that Weston was coming to pick him up, Wendy dressed the boy in a smart suit and styled his hair with gel.
He turned out looking like a handsome little man.
“Now, be a good boy and go with your father, okay?” Wendy told him.
“Your great-grandfather wants to see you.” Zack, however, gripped Wendy’s arms tighter and began to grumble.
“Granny…
Granny…” “Come over here,” Weston demanded coldly with a frown.
“No!” Zack quickly hid behind Wendy, visibly afraid of Weston.
“No…” “Don’t be so harsh on him!” Wendy glared at her son.” He’ll be scared of you!” “Why don’t you just come along with US?” Westonsuggested impatiently.
“No way!” Wendy refused.
“I don’t want to see the Cohens! This has been all your doing! There’s no reasonwhy I should show my face there!” After all, it could be said that the only reason the Fords and the Cohens were at odds with each other was Stella Sealey.
When it came to great families like theirs, disputes were not solved by determining the rights or wrongs, but by determining the one with the higherstatus.
Regardless of the true reason, Weston would always be seen as the one who hurt Guinevere.
As for whatever Guinevere might have done to Stella, it was deemed completely irrelevant.
It was Stella’s own fault for not being from a wealthy and powerful family..
“Where’s Dad?” Weston asked, looking around the house.
Wendy’s expression turned sour as soon as Chris was mentioned.
Mr. Ford Is Jealous by Boat of Peaches chapter 955 Hearing this, Weston stared fixedly at his mother, his searching eyes full of scrutiny. “What are you looking at?” Wendy shot hima dirty look.
“If he really is out there with another woman, why are you so calm about it?” he asked.
Wendy laughed.
“Aren’t all men like that?” she sneered.
“What do you want me to do? Lock him up inside the house?” Weston said nothing, but his eyes turned dark.
“Stop wasting your time,” Wendy reminded him impatiently, no longer wanting to see him there.
“If you want to go, then hurry up and go! 1, for one, have no desire to meet those people!” Just as she finished her sentence, WarrenFord appeared with a cane in his hand.
“Are you going to the Cohens’?” he asked.
“Yes, Grandpa.
“Mr.
Frederick Cohen would like to see Zachary,” Weston stood at attention and told Warren.
This was the first time Weston and Warren spoke ever since the wedding.
Though there seemed to be no changes in their relationship on the surface, only Warren knew about the storm brewing under his grandson’s calmdemeanor.
“Of course, he would,” Warren said, glancing at Weston.” Zack is his great-grandson, after all.
It’s only natural that he should see Zach every once in a while.”
He paused, then added, “I haven’t seen him in quite some time myself.
Perhaps I should join you.” Wendy sighed in relief the moment she heard him.
“That’s perfect!” she cried, handing Zack to the old man.
“In that case, Father, please take care of this boy while you’re there!”
Warren often stayed at theFord Mansion and played with Zachary while he was there.
He was the only person that Zachary was not afraid of, apart from Wendy.
It would be perfect if Warren went with Weston and Zachary.
“What’s wrong with you?” Warren glared at Wendy with discontent.
“How are you still so timid at this age?” In the early days of Wendy and Chris’s marriage, she’d pay attention to every move of hers to ensure she pleased everyone in the Ford family.
But as the years passed, she gradually stopped bothering about all of that.
No one could do anything to her now, much less such trivial matters.
“Well,” she began, smiling sheepishly, “now that Guinevere is no longer engaged 10 Weston, there shouldn’t be any reason to meet the Coliens,right?” “The older you get, the lazier you become!” barked llarren.
He squinted at her.
“Tine! Just stay home then!” He then picked Zachary up in his arms.
“Want to go out with Great-grandpa?” he cooed.
Zachary hadn’t the slightest about the commotion brewing around him.
All he knew was that it was always a lot of fun when Great-Grandpa picked him up.
The little kid burst into peals of joyous laughter.
This made Warren laugh too.
He laughed so heartily that it brightened his old wrinkled face.
“You really are the only one in the family who’s never disappointed me, Zack!” Those words sounded like theywere targeted at someone else.
Weston pretended he heard nothing and headed straight into the car.
They soon reached Cohen Mansion.
Before they got out of the car, Warren reminded Weston, “It’s been a long time since I last saw Frederick.
Don’t forget he was an old friend who’s been through it all with me, Weston.
Let’s not mention anything that happened at the wedding, and make sure you treat Guinevere well,okay?” Weston closed his eyes and tried to suppress his impatience ’’I know my manners,” he said.
Warren glowered at him and sighed.
“If I had known that you’d turn out this way,” he berated.
“I’d have done everything in my power to stop you from turning into a mess because of a woman, even if it meantrisking my life!” Weston’s brows knitted.
After a long silence, he finally spoke.
“I’m sure I don’t need to remind you, Grandpa, that Ford Corporation is the fastest-growing company in the country.
You must’ve heard about how much the Western Suburbs project has made, and how it boosted the economy ofthe surrounding community.
I’m sure there’s no need for me to go into details.
You must’ve heard it all from others.” “You…” Warren was full of rage, yet he found thathe couldn’t refute a single thing Weston had just brought up.
“Fine!” he relented, feeling a headache coming on.
“Let’s get out of the car.” Just as Weston stepped out, he saw Guinevere standing at the door of the Cohen Mansion, waiting for them.
Clad in a pale white dress, she was neat and poised, without a single trace of that delirium andhysteria she had displayed before.
Only a warm and amiable smile remained as she greeted them chirpily.
Mr. Ford Is Jealous by Boat of Peaches chapter 956
Mr. Ford Is Jealous Chapter 956 Guinevere’s moods seemed to stabilize significantly after the wedding. She no longer used her mental state as an excuseto call for Weston whenever she liked.
She stood at the door and calmly swept a glance over Weston.
She was polite and friendly and not at all agitated.
“My grandfather and the rest have been waiting for you inside,” she announced.
“Good kid,” Warren said, patting her shoulder.
He had been feeling bad about how things had turned out for Guinevere lately.
“I’m relieved to see you all well again.” “It was my fault for being so hysterical in the past,” she replied with a smile.
“I made such a fool of myself, and I know that everyone is terribly worried about me.
But I’m changed now.
I won’t cause anyone any trouble again…” She paused and turned to Weston, adding, “I really owe you an apology, Weston.” Westonremained silent.
He casually draped his suit jacket over his arm, staring straight ahead as if he hadn’t hearda single word.
Guinevere looked slightly disgruntled , but she tried her best to conceal it.
“Weston!” Warren growled, visibly irritated by his grandson’s attitude.
“Act more like a man! Stop your small mindedness!” Weston merely shifted his gaze toward Zachary.
“You should bring him inside.” Warren almost forgot that the boy had come with them too.
He rushed over to the driver who was holding onto Zachary and took the boy into his arms.
“It’s been a while since you last saw your mother,” he said.
“You must miss her a lot!” Annoyance flashed across Guinevere’s eyes, but she quickly hid it.
“My baby Zack!” she cried, grinning as Warren handed her son to her.
“Is it true? Did you miss Mommy a lot?” Zachary stared vacantly at the woman in front of him before suddenly crying out, “Waa!””Waaaa! Waa! Granny! Granny…” His cries drew out the people who were inside.
“What’s the matter? Who’s crying?” “Is that my great-grandson?” An elderly couple came out to the door and immediately took Zachary into theirarms after briefly greeting Warren.
“What are you two doing here? Why didn’t you go inside?”
“Weston, make sure you come over with Gwenlater!” Guinevere turned to Weston shyly and said, “Zack just kicked me and got the dirt on his shoes on my dress.
I think I’d better go change my clothes.
Will you go with me?” “This is your house,” Weston replied bluntly.
“I’m sure you don’t need me to show you the way.” Guinevere smiled , completely unruffled as if she knew Weston’s response.
“I don’t have any hidden intentions,” she explained.
“I was just worried that you’d be bored without me since you’d be the only young person here…” Shepaused and added, “If you’re not willing to go with me, then it’s fine.
I’ll go change and come back shortly.
You can chat with my grandparents while you wait.” She then watched Weston as he left, the mellow smile on her face still plastered oneven after he was gone.
“You’ll be mine one day,” she thought to herself.
“I’ll be patient until the day comes, Weston.
I’m in no rush.” Guinevere was calm and composed the whole time Weston was there.
She had managed not to act up or make a scene.
With his great-grandparents keeping him amused, Zack no longer cried or threw tantrums .
In fact, he was now lying quietly on Warren’s lap, drinking from his milk bottle.
“You’re turning eighty soon, aren’t you, Warren?” “I’m glad you still remember my birthday!” Warren laughed.
Since he was with his old friends, he had lost his stern countenance and was in a much more jovial mood.” I’m counting on you to showup at the party!” And that was the purpose of his coming here today.
His eightieth birthday party would naturally have to be a big occasion.
It was also an excellent opportunity to reconnect with the bigwigs in Ahn City and mend the Ford family’s relationship with them.
Weston, too, had caught on to Warren’s intentions .
He drummed his fingers on the sandalwood coffee table.
I – Guinevere gazed silently at his silhouette, turning a deaf ear to everything else that had been going on around her.
She had changed into a new dress, something more delicate that was as red as a rose in full bloom.
Too bad that man didn’t appreciate all that beauty in front of him.
Guinevere could only helplessly wallow in self-pity.
Mr. Ford Is Jealous by Boat of Peaches chapter 957
Mr. Ford Is Jealous Chapter 957 Having gotten a satisfactory answer from the elderly Cohens, it was time for Warren to gohome. It was getting late, so the elderly Cohens excused themselves and left Guinevere to send the Fords off alone.
“Weston,” Guinevere suddenly said when they were at the door, “I know I’ve done many terrible thingsin the past, and I’m truly remorseful…” She paused to sigh before continuing.
“But no matter what happened, we still remain Zachary’s parents.
Going forward, I hope we can at least be on friendly terms.”
These were wise words indeed, and they pleased Warren Ford very much.
“Guinevere is absolutely correct,” he agreed.
“You two practically grew up together.
It’s a pity that things between you had to regress to such a state.
Weston, considering that Guinevere herself is willing to set everything aside and apologize, you’d better stop treating her so coldly.
You’re still friends, after all! At least do it for the sake of your own son!”
Weston pursed his lips and said, “We’lltalk about it later.” “You ‘■ Just as Warren was about to chastise Weston again, Guinevere stepped in hurriedly and said, “It’s fine, Grandpa! I know how immature I’ve been.
I’ve done so many humiliating things, and for that, I don’t expect Weston to forgive me rightaway.
But I promise I will prove I am a changed person with my actions.” “Guinevere,” Warren sighed contentedly, “you’ve really grown up.” Weston could no longer listento them speak, so he rushed into the car and urged the driver to drive away immediately.
Guinevere stood by the car and waved them goodbye, though her eyes were full of displeasure.
“Zack!” she cried.
“Mommy will come by and see you more often from now on, okay?”
Meanwhile, inside the car, Warren watchedas Guinevere gradually disappeared into the distance.
“As expected from the eldest daughter of the Cohen family…” he sighed.
“Her maturity and grace are truly unmatched by any other woman.” Weston remained silent.
He even seemed bored and indifferent.
He covered his eyes with one hand while the other was tugging at his necktie, seemingly impatient.
Warren glared at him, shook his head, and said nothing more after that.
The silence in the car was only occasionally broken by Zachary’s voice as the two men stayed mum for the rest of the journey.
It was already late into the night when Weston finally got back to the Stardust Mansion.
He had stopped by his office again after returning from the Cohen Mansion, and all the while, he had intentionally not contacted Stella.
However, she neither gave him a call nor even sent him a single text message.
“Mr.
Ford…” Joan greeted him as he arrived.
“Where’s Mrs.
Ford?” he asked when he didn’t see Stella anywhere.
“She’s gone to bed, Mr.
Ford.” Weston’s movements suddenly paused as he was in the middle of taking off his necktie.
“Okay,” he said, ripping off his necktie completely and tossing it aside, “you can go rest now.” “Yes, Mr.
Ford.” “Wait!” Weston stopped her just as she was about to leave.
“Did she…
say anything today?” Joan sighed and replied, “She didn’t say anything in particular, Mr.
Ford, but she did seem a little upset when she discovered she couldn’t go out.” Weston fell silent.
There seemed to be no way to decipher his feeling from thought with his perfectly stoic face.
He went on to take a quick shower in the bathroom downstairs before going into his study to handle a few more documents.
Only then did he finally retire into the master bedroom.
The room was pitch black when he entered.
Stella did not leave any lights on for him.
He pushed the door open, letting the light from the doorway stream into the dark room, after which he could see a small bulge under the blankets on the bed.
Weston strode in, closing the door gently behind him.
He sank into the soft mattress as he lay down next to her.
He was just about to pull her into his arms when Stella suddenly turned around and looked at him with gleaming eyes.
“You’re back!” she exclaimed.
Weston seemed a little startled , surprised that she was still awake.
But he quickly recovered and pulled her into his embrace.
“Yes,” he murmured.
“I’m back.
Mr. Ford Is Jealous by Boat of Peaches chapter 958
Mr. Ford Is Jealous Chapter 958 Perhaps the time since the afternoon helped to simmer down Stella’s anger, but regardless of the cause, she was no longer furious at Weston.
In fact, she even saw the truth in his words-she had tried to run from the wedding, but Weston managed to intercept herand bring her back.
It was only natural that she accepted the consequences of her actions and get punished.
It would be foolish to assume that just because he had been treating her with tenderness thesepast few days, it meant he would let her off the hook.
“How long are you planning to lock me up in here?” she asked calmly after a long silence.
“Can you give me a specific duration?” Weston turned to her and scrutinized her face under the dim, yellow glow of the night light.
“You’re not assuming I would give you a one-year deadline like I did last time, are you?” “But…
surely you’re not going to lock me up forever?!” “Why can’t I? It’s your fault for being so stubborn.”
The body under theblankets kept rising and falling as if a tempest of anger was brewing underneath.
Stella took a deep breath to calm herself down before saying, “You can’t keep me insidehere forever…” Stella then suddenly softened her demeanor and touched the back of his hand.
“Even animals are let out sometimes.
They’re never kept inside their entire lives…” “Are you comparing yourself to livestock?” Weston’s ire was triggered, and heraised her chin.
“Is that what it feels like being with me? You feel like you’re a caged animal?” “That’s not what I meant…”Stella denied.
She felt that everything she said to him had to be wrong and would provoke his rage.
Was it because she could not give him the most basic thing he wanted? Was it becauseshe couldn’t even have sex with him, and that was why she would frustrate him no matter what she said? “Weston, I’m completely powerless right now.
What more do you want from me?” She looked at him and soberly added, “I will never run away ever again.
I can’t even if I wanted to.
I’m completely in your hands now, so what more do you want?”
Her voice cracked as she spoke.
Laced with quiet despondency, it was as if being with Weston was some sort of torture.
Weston squeezed her chin with increasing force and responded, “Why ask such questions when you know you can’t give me what I want?” He looked straight into her eyesand added, “What good are you to me besides giving me sex?” He never intended to say such a vulgar thing, yet he blurted it out anyway for some reason.
Sure enough , Stella’s eyelashes trembled as a stinging pain pierced directly into her heart.
“Of course,” she smiled, her eyes reddening.
“I can never get pregnant again anyway, nor can I satisfy you in the way you want…
so keeping me locked up in here seems kind of pointless, isn’t it?”
“Ow!”
Before she could even finish ,Weston drew close to her and nipped her face.
Because he used too much force, his sharp teeth grazed her skin, and the taste of blood filled his mouth.
Only then did he let her go.
“Are you trying to make me mad, Stella?” His dark, inscrutable eyes fixed themselves on her, concealing the unfathomable emotions they held.
“Or are you still thinking about running away?” he asked.
“You don’t even regret your escape, do you? You only regret that you got caught before you gotaway, isn’t that right?” He finally asked the question that he had been unwilling to ask.
Ever since catching Stella and bringing her back, all he cared about was how he could tie Stella up so she would never be able to leavehis side again…
But he had been plagued by one question always at the back of his mind.
Indeed, he was unwilling to ask, but that did not mean he did not want to know.
Or rather, he just did not want to hear the answer because he knew he would not be able to accept thetruth…
that Stella no longer loved him.
She wanted to run as far away as she could because she no longer loved him.
She could easily put on a mask and act it all out because she no longer lovedhim.
She could not even bear to be touched by him because she no longer loved him…
He had seen her when she loved him, so he knew perfectly well what she would be likewhen she stopped.
At this point, even he detested his own perceptiveness .
Stella opened her mouth as if she was about to answer his question, but just before she could speak, Westonsuddenly let go of her.
“Forget it,” he said.
He shoved the blankets away and got up to his feet.
“No matter what you think, you’re mine now.
No matter what happens, the fact remains that you are Mrs.
Mr. Ford Is Jealous by Boat of Peaches chapter 959
Mr. Ford Is Jealous Chapter 959 Weston stood by the bed with his back facing Stella. His tall frame blocked thedim light. His broad shoulders, strong waist, and firm, defined muscles on his body outlined by his nightshirt gave off the impression of a savage beast that lurked in the dark.
Stella heard his cold voice say, “You are mine until the day you die, Stella.” “I don’t care whether you think this isa house or a cage,” he continued.
“You are still not allowed to go anywhere without my permission.”
He then left the room.
Stella just lay there without moving an inch.
She heard him open the door to the study and then closed it.
After that, the whole house fell into complete silence.
Stella turned over to the other side and shut her eyes.
A tear slid down the corner of her eye and down her temple before finally dripping onthe pillow.
Weston did what he promised.
He locked Stella up in the Stardust Mansion and completely cut her off from the outside world.
Apart from the psychiatrist, no one else was allowed to talk to her.
Dr. Hayden Quirk often hinted that such conditions would exacerbate Stella’s mental condition, only for Weston to turn a deaf ear.
“As long as she’s alive and healthy, I couldn’t care less about her mental health.” Those were the exact words that Weston said.
He didn’t care for children either, and besides, Stella wouldn’t even let him touch her now, so the medical researchers he hired to find a way for Stella to havea safe pregnancy seemed pointless.
Yet Weston still sustained them, just as he still kept Stella alive.
In fact, he made sure to give her the best of everything the best food, the best clothes, and objects of the highest quality were delivered to the Stardust Mansionevery day.
He really would do anything for her…
…except to set her free.
It seemed Weston had also developed his own mental illness after Stella tried to run away from the wedding.
He felt an inexhaustible preoccupation with trying to keep Stella within his line of sight at all times.
If she ever came into contact with anyone, an obsessive thought would not fail to unsheath itself.
“Are these people trying to take Stella away from me?”
Yet the more forcefully he triedto shackle Stella to his side, the further the two grew apart.
To the outside world, it was clear that Weston would do anything for Stella.
For her sake, he broke off his engagement to Guinevere .
For her, he had given up his connection to the great Cohen family, and for her, heignored his own son.
Yet ever since that wedding, the woman who had won over Weston’s heart so much so that hewould do anything just to marry her…
totally disappeared from the public eye.
Bradley Lane could not contact her.
Yvonne could not contact her.
Angelina could not contact her.
Even Warren Ford, who had gone to Stardust Mansion to see her, was stopped at the gates as Weston would notallow,him inside.
Initially, Stella put up a fight against such treatment, but she eventually gave up and stopped resisting.
It seemed she had accepted her fate.
Therapy sessions aside, the only thing she did every day was gardening.
She had taken very good care of the snowrose that Zeta gifted her, perhaps because she was locked up inthe mansion with nothing to do.
Lately, she began buying potted plants of different varieties -some bonsais while some were delicate floweringplants.
Weston did not mind, though.
As long as she stayed within the mansion’s gates, she could do whatever she wanted.
“Cultivating a hobby would do her a lot of good,” even Dr. Quirk agreed.
“It would definitely be beneficial for someone in her current condition.” And so that was how Stella lived her life, dayafter day.
She would spend most of her time in the garden watering and caring for her plants, then see the various doctorsthat Weston arranged for the day.
Consultation, examination, taking medicine, trying to be intimate…
Each day passed with Stella trapped in such a loop, like a never-ending purgatory with no light at the end of thetunnel.
But there was one particular bonsai that she watered daily with the utmost care.
It was a plant she would meticulously tend to, every leaf and branch.
Unbeknownst to anyone, Stella had actually kept a pot of oleander.
Mr. Ford Is Jealous by Boat of Peaches chapter 960
Mr. Ford Is Jealous Chapter 960 Time slowed to a crawl. To Stella, it seemed as if the change of seasons had beenstalled. Spring had come and gone, and the early days of summer were being ushered in.
That said, it rained so heavily last night that it felt more like a cold spring night.
She was walking on the carpet in cotton slippers when she heard someone coming in through the door.
“Dr. Quirk,” she greeted, more out of a habit than anything.
“Good afternoon!” “How are you feeling today?” “Not bad.” She put down the watering can in her hand and played with the leaves of her plants withkeen and focused eyes.
Dr. Quirk walked up to her and was about to speak when he was distracted by a delicate chain on her feet.
“What is that?” he asked.
= “Hmm?” Stella followed his gaze, smiled, and casually explained, “Oh, these? They’re ankle cuffs.”
Stella lifted her left foot, and the dainty chain jingled with a crisp andclear noise.
“I was trying to bask in the sun with my cactus yesterday,” Stella explained further.
“Weston probably thought I was trying to run away again, so he had someone make these ankletsand had them on me.” She spoke in an eerily calm and composed tone, like describing a distant event that had nothing to do with her at all.
Dr Quirk frowned.
He found it hard to breathe .
He had always been disturbed by Stella and Weston’s relationship, even finding it to be morbid at times.
Today, that feeling had come to a head.
“May I ask why Mr.
Ford did this?” “Hmm?” Stella seemed surprised by the question.
She shook her head and replied, “You should ask him.” Dr.
Quirk tugged at his collar and walked up to Stella.
“So not only did he lock you up in there, he’s now putting cuffs around your ankle…
Is it you who needs therapy, or does he have some mental illness too?”
Stella smiled when she heard the question , though she still looked asunruffled as she did.
“He would never think that there was anything wrong with him,” she said.
Weston was a man filled with the pride and arrogance of an egotistical jerk.
His lofty status and incredible talent prevented him from having much empathy for other people.
Nothing could stop him from getting what he wanted or achieving any of the goals in his mind.
He gave no one any chance to challenge him.
Dr. Quirk stared fixedly at Stella for a while.
He then paced back and forth before going into the living room to pour himself a glass ofwater.
It took him a long time before he could suppress his incredulity at the absurdity of the situation.
“If he keeps on doing this,” he told Stella, “your mental health will never improve!”
“He doesn’t care about my mental healthanyway,” she replied.
She put down the plant she was holding and washed her hands.
Then she walked into the living room and sat on the sofa.
“What he wants is for me to stay inside the house obediently.
It’ll be even better if I can have sex with him again.” Dr.
Quirk’s frown deepened when he noticed Stella’s indifference and detachment.
“But don’t you mind how he’s treating you?” he asked.
Stella picked up the glass of water in front of her and took a sip.
“I don’t have the right to mind it,” she replied, her eyes dull and lifeless, devoid of a trace of light.
“I really don’t know what to do with you two…” Dr.
Quirk sighed, deeply unsettled by what he was seeing.
He then proceeded with the usual therapy session with Stella, although he drew a sharp breath every time he caughta glimpse of the shackles around her feet.
Overtime, he became increasingly restless and could no longer remain calm.
“What he’s doing is equivalent to restriction of your personal freedom,” he pointed out, suddenly changing the subject.
“Stella, you’re not a submissive person.
It’s bad enough that he locks you up, but he even put those shackles around your feet, knowing clearly well that you have noway to escape him.
Don’t you know what this means?” Clearly, it looked like Weston was treating her like his property.
But Stella stayed silent, staring vacantly at the empty space in front of her.
At the sight of the condition she was in, Dr.
Quirk could no longer sit still.
“If things between you two keep going down like this, there’ll be no way I can treat anyone here.”
He sprang up to his feet and added, “Today’s sessionends here.
I’ll talk to Mr.
Ford about this.” Joan then sent him off to the door.
He turned around and looked at Stella , intending to say something to her, but when hesaw those chains around her feet, he let out a heavy sigh and decided against it.