Mr. Ford Is Jealous

Chapter 1348

Emma moved away from her mother and noticed Weston was behind her. Her brows furrowed deeply as she tried her hardest to recall where she had met this man before…

Then, her eyes lit up as if she’d realized something. She stretched her arms out towards him, shouting, “Unkie!”

Weston knelt down on the floor, his face full of tenderness.

“Come over here,” he said with open arms.

Emma ran into his arms, giggling happily. Weston picked her up and asked, “Do you still remember me?”

“Sure!” she replied. “You’re Unkie! It’s been so long since we last met!”

“Yes,” he said, smiling at her. “It’s been so long.”

He then noticed Elias standing nearby and asked, “Can I give you a hug too?”

Elias seemed a little hesitant and shy. He quickly hid behind Stella and had a look of cold arrogance on his face.

Weston smiled helplessly and just rubbed his little head, saying nothing.

“Come on,” said Stella, feeling a headache coming on as she watched their interaction, “let’s go home.”

Meanwhile, Marcus Garcia eagerly awaited Stella’s arrival at the Garcias‘ mansion.

Hearing that Stella would return, Roger immediately made the necessary preparations to pick her up at the airport. He thought bringing Elias and Emma along would be a great idea.

But Marcus was surprised to find that, apart from Stella, they had returned with someone else—

“If it isn’t the great Weston Ford himself!” he cried. With some surprise, he rose to his feet as he saw Weston walking into the courtyard with Emma in his arms. ” What an honor to see you at my humble abode!”

“Pleased to meet you too,” Weston nodded at the old man. He knew that this man was Roger’s grandfather, who had been caring for Stella and their kids for the past three years. Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

The fact that Stella was able to be where she was now was

all thanks to the Garcias. But this also means that they were responsible for faking Stella’s death and taking her away from him three years ago.

Still, it was all in the past now. Weston no longer had any desire to retaliate against them. In a calm voice, he told the man that he was there to see the children.

Marcus nodded. He knew that Weston was Elias and

Emma’s father, and he loved the two children like they

were his grandchildren.

“I’m glad you’ve finally made up with Stella,” he said. “I hope you won’t get into another terrible fight again. It’s not easy to find a soulmate, you know.”

He spoke to Weston in fluent French, even though he still knew how to speak English. But Weston still understood him and simply replied with an “I know” in English.

Marcus nodded.

Then Elias suddenly ran towards him while still holding his mother’s hand, so she was trailing behind him. When Emma saw this, she hurriedly climbed down from Weston’s arms and headed towards Marcus to join her brother.

Surrounded by the children, Marcus chuckled and

pinched their chubby cheeks, asking them, “Are you guys happy that your daddy is here to see you?”

As soon as he spoke, the atmosphere grew cold and tense.

The children blinked silently, looking somewhat

confused. They looked at each other and asked, “Who’s our daddy?”

Marcus froze. He stared at the adults in the room and wondered if they had not told the children the truth yet.

Elias was the first to react.

“Grandpa !” he cried, taking a step away from Marcus. ”

Who’s our daddy?”

The children spoke fluent French too, but at this moment, it was Marcus Garcia who was completely tongue–tied. He realized then that he should not have said what he did just now.

“I’m sorry,” he replied simply.

But this did nothing to appease the children. They latched onto his legs and shook him, demanding, “Tell us who our daddy is, Grandpa!” 2