Mr. Ford Is Jealous

Chapter 41

The air was tense once again.

Stella paused for a moment before immediately standing up. With her mouth covered, she rushed out.

The moment Stella stood up to leave, Weston’s vision flickered for a moment, but he recovered very quickly. Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

His eyes turned dark as he exuded an even colder and darker aura than before. It was difficult to tell what was going through his mind at that point.

The smile faded from Guinevere’s face. Earlier, she felt assured by Weston’s protective stance over her, but now, she had completely lost her appetite

She pulled her napkin off and stood up. “I’m full. I’m heading to the washroom.”

As she stood up, the chair behind her was pushed back, and its legs screeched uncomfortable against the floorboards.

Weston’s face turned even darker as a cold glint flashed past the depths of his eyes. This time around, Yvonne wasn’t as clueless as before. The fork she had in hand paused right at her mouth, the food hanging in mid-air, “Why do things feel so strange between these

people?”

Lucas remained calm and composed throughout the ordeal, looking up only to glance briefly at Stella when she rushed out.

He held Yvonne’s wrist and successfully sent the food hanging on her fork into her mouth.“ Focus while eating.” Dr. Quirk had always been cold and unfeeling and uncaring about everything. On the other hand, Yvonne was a nosy parker by nature and abhorred injustice and evil. This sometimes gave Lucas a headache, although he would simply let her do as she pleased most times, He would let her be if she wanted to watch the fun. Dr. Quirk was only concerned as to whether she ate well.

In the washroom.

Stella felt much better after vomiting. She was getting ready to head back when she recalled how she had behaved earlier. Her steps slowed down.

Along the corridor. Guinevere walked over from the other end, her high-heels click-clacking down the corridor, her elegant figure as a model sashaying gracefully. Stella’s eyes turned downcast. She glanced momentarily at Guinevere before shifting her gaze away, intending to walk past her.

She was afraid that she might not hold back her anger if she stayed even a second longer.

if it weren’t for her, her child wouldn’t have…

But she knew that she was now Ella and not Stella. Given her status and abilities now, she had no way of pitting herself against them at this point.

So what if she were to face off against them? She would only end up being at their mercy. Only when the day she could climb over their heads and claim victory came would the score with them be settled appropriately.

She told herself that this was not the time now.

Stella took a deep breath and walked past Guinevere, her vision unwavering. Guinevere burst out laughing and held Stella’s arm. “Why are you hiding from me?”

Stella’s brows furrowed as she turned to her side. “I’m not.”

“Why are you walking around me, then?” Stella found her claim hilarious. “This is a single path, and I’m just passing by you. What’s more, I don’t even know you and have never offended you. Why should I hide from you?”

An innocent smile remained on Stella’s face as she counter-questioned Guinevere as if she truly did not understand Guinevere’s motivation,

Each time Stella encountered Guinevere, she always cowered in unspoken fear, as if weakness and cowardice ran in her veins. Her lowly and humble countenance was precisely what emboldened and bolstered Guinevere each time they faced off.

Whether it was Stella or Ella standing right before her, her unflinching counter-questioning made Guinevere feel uncomfortable inside.

It was as if the person she had always looked down upon suddenly resisted her one day, baring her fangs and claws right before her. Frustration and disdain simmered in her heart.

“Ella, your name is Ella, right?”