Mr. Ford Is Jealous

Chapter 132

She intentionally avoided Weston’s eyes, but she had no idea why. His eyes eventually settled on her face for a brief second before he averted his sight. “All right. Let’s go.” He spoke calmly. “The doctor should be here now.”

Guinevere stared at his back and panicked for a moment before recomposing herself and following him.

There was nothing she should be afraid of.

Things were going exactly like how she planned it to be.

She would have all she desired if she married Weston and became his wife. So, what was there to be afraid of?

The office was wide and huge.

The psychiatrist was an acquaintance of Lucas, also surnamed Quirk. He seemed young, yet he was a brilliant doctor who had just returned from studying overseas. In the psychology field, he had published a number of high-level articles.

His initial intentions were to remain overseas, but he opted to return since he missed home, and his family was here.

These were his own words.

Another factor was that there were numerous institutions here that offered him a post and competitive compensation. Excellent people like him wouldn’t have to worry about money at all.

There were also many people of class who came to him for consultation, such as Weston and Guinevere now.

He’d been waiting for the two for a long time. Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

Guinevere felt great pressure as she stepped inside and began to worry, but she never showed it.

Dr. Quirk, on the other hand, saw straight through her and grinned. “Relax. It’s just a routine check-up.” She flashed him a tight-lipped grin but felt much more apprehensive than before.

The minute she came inside, she realized that the place was colder than usual. Dr. Quirk was smiling at her, but she had the impression that his eyes could see straight through her. Both men sat in front of her. “Mr. Ford, I read your report earlier, and I found that certain parts were fascinating,” Dr.

Quirk said to Weston.

His brows furrowed into a frown, and he seemed hesitant.

Weston didn’t say anything as he stared at him calmly. “Don’t beat around the bush.”

Dr. Quirk smiled and tapped on the table lightly. “Let’s talk about the problems with your fiancée.”

Guinevere’s heartbeat quickened when she heard this. “How would you know my problem if I haven’t done a check-up yet?”

“Well, it’s because the two of you have already performed the standard tests. Ms. Cohen, I believe you also completed several questionnaires, on which I made my estimation. By the way, Mr. Ford informed me you’ve had memory loss issues in the past, right?” Guinevere’s eyes widened, and she leapt from her seat when she heard this. “I’ve never had that issue before!”

Then, she turned to Weston. “Why did you bring me here? I never lost my memory before.” Weston looked at her with a frown, his voice firm. “Sit down, Gwen.” Her fists tightened, and for the first time, she disobeyed him. “I don’t want to do a check-up. There’s nothing wrong with me!” Before she could continue, he interrupted her. “If there’s nothing wrong with you, then let him do it.”

She closed her eyes tightly. Her eyelashes shook from her heavy breathing, and her eyes were red with tears pooling in them. “Do I really have to do this?”

“This is simply a pre-marriage check-up, as you mentioned. It’s just a routine check; it’s all part of the process.”