Mr. Ford Is Jealous

Chapter 1350

Weston stood at the door and knocked gently.

“Can I talk to you for a second?” he asked hoarsely.

A good while passed, but no sound emerged from the

room.

Stella sighed.

“It’s normal that he can’t accept you right now,” she said. “You should probably wait and talk to him later.”

Weston said nothing. His expressions were ambiguous as he stared at the closed door, but a thousand emotions roiled in his eyes.

Stella had never seen her children being so gloomy before. She shook her head and told him, “I’m bringing Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

Emma downstairs now.”

“Okay,” he replied, then stood there, not moving.

Seeing this, Stella ignored him and just went on downstairs. If he wanted to wait, then so be it. Judging from Elias’s stubborn nature, she was convinced that he would only be wasting his time there.

After a very long time, Weston could hear the faint sound of footsteps approaching from inside the room. The door opened with a click, and a tiny hand appeared between

the gaps, followed by Elias’s little head.

Weston’s eyes lit up. He was just about to say something, but then Elias saw him and grunted disapprovingly before slamming the door in Weston’s face.

Once again, he was snubbed.

He did not even get the chance to say what was on his mind before he had to swallow it all up again. He stared at the cold door, feeling more frustrated than he had ever

had.

Later, Stella was sitting in the swing in the garden when she suddenly felt a warm hand on her back, giving her a gentle nudge. She turned around and saw that cold but handsome face of Weston’s.

“What’s wrong?” she asked. “Haven’t you cheered him up?”

“No. He still wouldn’t talk to me.”

“Emma’s asleep, so I came out here to get some fresh

air.”

“Okay,” he responded, then nudged her again. “It looks like you always liked swinging no matter where you live.”

The creaking of the swing stopped abruptly. Stella turned around and looked straight at him, telling him, “Don’t flatter yourself, thinking it’s a habit I picked up from Stardust Mansion.”

“Of course not,” Weston replied with a slight smirk.

As he looked at Stella, an overpowering feeling of helplessness rose up inside him, and he could not help but wrap his arms around her from behind.

Stella frowned and was about to push him away, but she was interrupted by Weston’s husky voice whispering in her ear, “Can I hug you for a while? Just a little while.”

She could hear weakness and vulnerability in his voice, which made her pause. In the end, she decided not to push him away this time.

“Okay,” she agreed, “but briefly. You’re not allowed to hug me for too long.”

“Thank you,” he replied, kissing her ear.

“I didn’t say you could kiss me!” she snapped, her eyes rounded.

“I’m sorry. You can return the kiss if you like.”

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Stella was not in the mood to argue with him, so she just let him hug her, but only because he looked so pitiful that she could not help feeling sorry for him.

Meanwhile, upstairs in the room, Elias stood in front of the floor–to-ceiling window and lifted the corner of the curtain to take a peek outside. He saw two people in an embrace downstairs in the garden, and a conflicted

expression crept across his face.

After a while, he let the curtain down and ran out of the

room.

During dinner, Elias was sensible enough to come

downstairs and join everyone at the table. Nevertheless, he refused to speak, apart from the exception of saying a few words to Stella every now and then.

Stella stared at her son with some surprise but decided to say nothing while merely nodding at him.

Roger and Marcus both found an excuse to leave once they had finished their food, leaving the room to the small family of four. Roger was initially reluctant to leave, but after Garcia’s insistence, he was reminded of what happened in the past and realized that his presence would only make things more awkward for Stella, so he finally decided to leave too.

Now, only the four of them were left in the room.