Mr. Ford Is Jealous novel Chapter 475

Chapter 475 

With the club packed to its brim like canned sardines, there was no guarantee that they wouldn’t bump into an acquaintance here, which would cause more trouble. Stella definitely  didn’t want that. 

“If you’re worried about people recognizing us,” said Weston, stroking her hair gently, “then just relax and have fun. Let me deal with the rest.” “No,” she shook her head. “It’s fine. I don’t like this kind of place anyway.” “You don’t? Why did you come here then?” “Only because it looked exciting. We didn’t even have that much fun the last time I was here with Yvonne.” Weston suddenly stopped in his tracks and gave Stella a strange look. “Why not?” he asked. “Did you not like that pianist?” “I was only enjoying the music he played,” she grumbled, glaring at him. “Why did you have to use that accusatory tone with me?” 

Weston had put it as if she had cheated on him with that pianist. 

“Just remember not to do that kind of thing again,”he warned her, pinching her nose. “You know I don’t like it.” 

He had begun to show his possessiveness more boldly in front of her now. Stella said nothing. Though she didn’t like it, she had no intention of disobeying him. As they made their way to the private lounge, Stella droned on about Yvonne. “The last time I was on the phone with her, she was fighting with her husband again. I wonder if they’ve made up by now…” 

It wasn’t clear whether Weston was listening to her. His expressions were calm, and he kept his replies short and simple. After a while, he rubbed his temples, looked at her, and asked, “Is she so great that you have to keep talking about her?” “Mm-hmm!” Stella nodded. “She’s probably the only friend I have in this city.” As she spoke, she suddenly turned gloomy. Stella had always felt like Yvonne was too good for her. She was such a vivacious, loyal, and kind friend, but as for Stella… 

“It’s fine,” he interrupted her. “You can talk about anything you like.” He then called the waiter and ordered a glass of wine and a mocktail. When the order came, he nudged the mocktail towards her. 

“You don’t have to be so cautious when you’re with me. Just relax.” Truth be told, he had completely no interest in what Stella was talking about, but if it made her happy, he would gladly listen to her all day. Stella thought that none of this would ever have happened when they were married. She remembered always being careful of what she said, fearing that she might annoy or bore him if she said the wrong thing. Not once had she gossipped in front of him when they lived together as husband and wife, afraid she’d waste his time. 

The man she was married to would never take time out of his working day to hang out with her in a club the whole afternoon the way he was doing now. It was something that she would never even dare to hope for back then.