Mr. Ford is Jealous

Mr. Ford Is Jealous by Boat of Peaches Chapter 1003

Chapter 1001 "Anyway, they both have a child. Don't forget! He indirectly killed your baby!"

"Guinevere is the one who killed your child! She hired someone tokidnap you! Your child

wouldn't be dead if it weren't for her!" "Stella, how have you not learned your lesson?" Stop it...

Stop it...

"Why are you afraid to listen?" "Stella, he watched you and your child die, without saving any of

you!"

"He's beenprotective of Guinevere, the one who tried to kill you, but you can't even hurt him!"

"You're a b*tch! You deserve it!" "Stop it..." Stella was about to kneel to the voice in her head.

She wanted to beg it to stop.

Weston saw Stella shut her eyes tight.

She refused to talk, and she had a pained face.

Weston took her to bed and lay down beside her.

Without saying anything, he held her quietly and lay beside her.

After a long silence, he asked, "Are you hungry? Want something to eat?" Stella shook her head.

"I don't want to eat anything." Weston did not force her.

Instead, he placed his hand on her belly and rubbed her slowly, allowing her to feel the warmth

of his palm onher skin.

Stella wanted to avoid him, but he held her tighter.

The next moment, she felt something against her waist and stiffened.

Weston's raspy voice then came from behind her ear.

"I know you're feeling unwell.

If you don’t want to get into trouble, don't move around, and don't rub around."

"I didn't..." Stella tried to defend herself inaudibly.

"Then lie down and sleep." Stella did not dare to say anything else and stopped moving.

After some time, steady breaths could be heard

S.

Weston opened his eyes in the dark of the night.

He planted a kiss on her forehead and muttered her name.

"Stella."

Stella did not answer him.

Weston fixed his gaze at her for a moment, then gingerly got out of the bed.

He went to the living room and saw the flower tea on the coffee table.

When he went over, he saw a few petals floating on the water in the transparent glass.

When he gave it a careful whiff, he could sense smell the fragrance of the flowers.

There were just a few petals on the top, but she might have picked a lot offlowers for the tea.

The fragrance was so powerful that Weston began to feel a little uncomfortable .

He put down the glass as a glint flashed across his eyes.

The next morning, a loud noise rudely awakened Stella.

She looked at her surroundings and noticed no one was around.

While still blur with sleep, she heard a loud and violent argument from downstairs .

She looked at the time and found that it was still very early.

After washing up, she wanted to go downstairs to see what was going on.

When she noticed the glass of flower tea, her gaze darkened.

As she recalled her weakness last night, she began to loathe herself deeply.

Then, she went over and poured the tea out of the glass.

After that, she heard the heated argument from downstairs grow louder, so she hurriedly opened the door and

went out.

Meanwhile, in the living room downstairs, Wendy hugged Zachary and glared at Guinevere with cold eyes full of

grudge.

"Everyone saw what happened yesterday! Your fans are so crazy, who knows where they'll come out of next?!"

"Zack is still a kid! He might get hurt byyour fans!" Wendy no longer trusted

Guinevere because of what happened yesterday, believing she wasn't worthy of taking care of Zachary, despite her

being his birth mother.

Guinevere was unwilling to accept her fate.

Even though she was reluctant to care for Zachary, he was the only excuse she could use to get closerto Weston.

If they made her stay away from Zachary because of what happened yesterday, how wasshe ever coming to Ford

Mansion again? How could she get closer to Weston? Guinevere said.

"It won't happen again. Besides, it didn't cause any serious consequences." "That's because Weston reacted fast!

You have tons of crazy fans, don't you? What if theysuddenly go after Zack one day?" "How's that possible?! Zack is

my son.

My fans would only hurt Stella, not Zack!" Guinevere tried to defend herself and became a little tongue-tied.

"If he could hurt Stella, who knows who else he'd hurt?" Wendy scoffed in annoyance .

"People who harbor such thoughts must be completely abnormal.

They might even be psychopaths! I think Zack isn't safe with you!" 'So, they were fighting about this...' Stella

thought.

She was unsure whether to go down or not.

Weston was the first to notice her.

He went to her with a steady pace.

"Why are you awake so early?" They hadn't done anything substantial last night, but there were certain things they

still couldn't avoid doing.

Weston held her hand and asked, "Do you feel sore?”

Stella blushed a little.

She withdrew her hand and asked him, "Should I go down or not?" Not knowing how to reactto

such a situation, she had to ask Weston.

Weston smiled at the prompt change of subject.

"It doesn't matter. If you don’t want to see her, you can go back and rest for a while. I'll have

someone bring you food." Stella shook her head, knowing it would make her lookstrange.

"No need for that..." She then looked at Weston's side, near his stomach.

"Is your wound better?" "It's fine." After that, the two took to their seats at the dining table.

Guinevere had been giving Stella an intense stare from the moment she appeared.

However, when Stella sat in front of her, she immediately withdrew her gaze, not wanting to

show too much concern.

Warren woke up a little later.

When he arrived , the table was already full.

The guests who stayed behind in Ford Mansion yesterday had already been seated.

Warren soon noticed that Guinevere and Wendy seemed to be at odds.

"What's happening so early in the morning? What's going on?" Guinevere hurriedly told Warren,

as ifcomplaining, “ Grandpa, I know I'm partly responsible for what happened yesterday, but I'm

Zack's real mother.

How could I not want my child to be well?"

Warren could not help but find women aroyal pain in the *ss.

They would keep going on about the same thing, going around in circles in a never- ending

fashion.

Warren looked at Wendy.

"It's no big deal. If she wants to take care of Zachary, just let her do it."

Wendy opened her mouth, but she wasunable to say anything.

She glanced at Stella as if hoping she would speak up for her.

"Anyway, I know my kid well enough not to feed him junk ..." Guinevere suddenly chimed in,

deliberately bringing up the incident where Stella gave Zachary a macaron.

Listening to all that fighting gave Warren a headache." Enough! If you want to care for him, just

do it.

It's no big deal. Stop whining about it!" "Thanks, Grandpa..." Someone at the table whispered,

"No matter what, the real mother will always be better..."

"Of course!How could a mother not love her own child?" "Warren must have understood..."

Undoubtedly, many shared the same thoughts, but none would say it bluntly.

Whether one wanted to admit it or not, Stella was the real Mrs.Ford, and with Zachary still so

young, he would have to refer to her as Mom someday.