Mr. Ford Is Jealous

Chapter 46

Chapter 46 Yvonne and Lucas spent some alone time in the study before finally heading out. Just as they exited the study, they saw Stella walking from the courtyard toward her. “Ella!” © NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

As they called out to her, they noticed how pale she was, as if she had somehow lost her soul.

They asked with concern, “What’s the matter? You look terrible…”

Yvonne grabbed her hand anxiously and asked, “Your hands feel so clammy…do you feel unwell? Should I have my husband take a look at you?”

Stella shook her head and smiled, “I’ll probably head home earlier. I had wanted to keep you company longer tonight, but I’m afraid I’ll have to back out on my word. I’m sorry.” “It’s fine. We can always hang out next time,” Yvonne tightened her grip over her arm reassuringly.

“Shall I have my driver send you home?” “Sure, thank you.” The last thing Stella wanted was to see Weston and Guinevere again, yet she had to bump into them, against her will, in the parking lot. The driver was already waiting for her in the car. Weston saw Stella and Yvonne walking out of the elevator from afar.

He opened the passenger door to let Guinevere in and simply stood there without moving after shutting it. It was only when Stella walked towards them that he offered mildly, “I’ll give you a ride?” Stella completely ignored his offer and walked right past him as she continued chatting with Yvonne like nothing happened.

Yvonne, on the other hand, heard Weston’s offer loud and clear. “Mr. Ford, since when did you become so eager and helpful?” she asked, surprised. “This doesn’t look like something you’d do.”

Instead of responding to Yvonne, Weston turned to look at Stella and said four simple words,” It’s on the way.”

Stella clenched her fists. Before she could open her mouth to respond, Yvonne said, “You don’t even know where Ella stays. How would you know if it’s on the way?” With that, she looked at the two of them doubtfully, somehow feeling a strange vibe between them. “Do you two not know each other?”

Stella shook her head. “We don’t.” with that, she grabbed Yvonne’s hand and said, “Let’s go. My house is not on the way for Mr. Ford.”

She almost had to force Yvonne into the car.

Yvonne looked at Stella strangely, “Are you hiding something from me?”

Stella’s lips turned pale as she opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. She looked instinctively at Yvonne before quickly looking away.

She genuinely saw Yvonne as a friend and did not want to lie to her, but…

She opened her mouth and said with difficulty, “I’m sorry, I…”

“Forget it, don’t force yourself if you don’t want to tell me.”

Before Stella could finish, Yvonne cut her off nonchalantly. With a wave of her hand, she said, “We only just got to know each other, so it’s fine that you don’t want to say certain things. You know where to find me if you feel like telling me. I’m not that nosy to the point of prying into secrets.”

Yvonne mumbled as she flashed Stella a smile. Stella looked at her with gratitude in her eyes.

“Thank you.” Yvonne knew her way around people, and she knew how to make people feel comfortable around her as long as she wanted them to. There was something that Guinevere said right: It was beneficial being friends with Yvonne. In the beginning, Stella was not aware of how eminent Yvonne’s family was. She merely got closer to her because she could click with her. It was only after Stella left in

the car that Yvonne finally returned. Upon seeing Weston get into his own car, she began mumbling under her breath.

There seemed to be something going on between the three of them, but she couldn’t pinpoint what was wrong… However, she recalled how Guinevere spoke of a lady who resembled Ella a lot. For all she knew, it was because of that lady that made the atmosphere tense and awkward. That thought made a lot of sense to Yvonne. It was true that sometimes, she would mistake Ella for Stella in her mind. Until now, she could not fully believe that such a huge coincidence would exist. Stella and Ella were like one and the same. Sometimes, she would even treat Ella as Stella, as if Stella was standing right before her.

In the car.