Mr. Ford Is Jealous novel 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!”

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.”