Mr. Ford Is Jealous novel Chapter 467

Chapter 467

The next day, Stella was woken up by the sound of a familiar ringtone. 

It seemed someone had been trying to reach Weston since last night. His phone had been ringing all night, but neither of them had paid any attention. Stella glanced at Weston, who was still fast asleep. It was the first time that he slept more soundly than her. She reached over and grabbed his phone. Her eyes darkened when she saw the name of the caller on the screen. Just as she silently stared at the phone, Weston opened his eyes. Stella happened to look over, and her eyes met with his stormy ones. “Why aren’t you answering the phone?” he asked with a faintly hoarse voice while looking straight at her as though trying to plumb the depths of her soul. “It’s your phone,” she replied, handing it to him. Half propped up on his elbows, Weston pulled Stella into his arms so that she would lean on his chest. Then with his other hand, he reached out of the blanket and answered the phone. 

“What is it?” he asked. 

“Finally!” came the angry voice on the phone. “God d*mn it, Weston! I’ve been calling you all night! I thought you were dead or something!” “What’s the matter?” asked Weston, half-frowning. “The kidnapper has died suddenly in the hospital!” “And?” replied Weston. He’d already known, so he wasn’t surprised by the news. 

“Oh…” Henry Moore sighed in relief. He could guess from Weston’s tone that he’d already found out about it. “I just thought that it might be important to you…” Henry had no idea what exactly went on between Weston, Guinevere, and Stella, but he was pretty sure that the kidnapper must harbor some secrets. Weston wouldn’t have kept him alive all this time, otherwise. 

Guinevere seemed very wary of the man too. She even visited him herself yesterday, although the visit ultimately cost him his life. 

“What exactly is going on between you and Gwen, Weston?” he asked. “What were you guys doing with a thug like that?” 

“I’ll explain everything when the dust settles,” Weston answered, his face glum. 

“Don’t bother,” said Henry. “I don’t really care. I have no interest in getting roped into the mess between you and Gwen.”