Mr. Ford Is Jealous novel Chapter 68

Chapter 68

Stella froze the second she heard that familiar voice. Not only that, but a familiar scent filled her nose. It was the same refreshing scent that had once accompanied her every night when she was with Weston. She lowered her head, making sure not to look at the man in front of her. After being pushed away, she quickly leaned onto the wall behind her to steady herself. With her head down, she continued to walk ahead, trying to leave the place. Unfortunately, the secretary did not give her that chance. She clawed at her wrist and dragged her back towards Weston.

“Apologize to Mr. Ford!” she demanded. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Ford! She’s new here, so she’s still a bit clueless. Come on! What are you waiting for? Apologize!”

Weston did not even look at her. He merely tugged on his collar with annoyance. With his white shirt flowing down his torso and tied casually at the waistline, he emitted a kind of noble aura that was out of place in Lowe Garden. Everyone’s eyes seemed glued onto him even as he was just standing there. Everyone, except Stella. She kept her sights on the ground, never looking at Weston. “I’m sorry,” she said in a low voice before trying to leave in a hurry. She tried her best not to attract any attention, but in the end, it was her faint mellow voice that caught Weston’s ears. Stella could see his broad shoulder turn towards her, and his icy, piercing gaze fell on her face. “Wait!” he commanded. “Lift up your head.” Stella remained silent. She tried all her might to break free from the secretary’s grip. But at this point, the secretary could sense that something fishy was going on. “How can you be so clueless?” she whispered urgently. “You’ve agreed to come, haven’t you? What’s the point of pretending? How could you not know what kind of place this is?!”

The men in the lobby came over when they heard the commotion. They immediately assumed that Stella had done something to offend Weston “What’s wrong with this place?” one of them jeered. “How can you let a birdbrain like this one fly in here?”

“I’m so, so, sorry!” the secretary pleaded with a forced smile. “She’s new, so she has no idea about anything. We probably didn’t train her enough. I’m really sorry! I’ll bring in someone else immediately!”

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“Too late for that!” the man barked, his face full of displeasure. “Mr. Ford is here now, and you’ve completely spoiled his mood! We’re here to discuss business. Can you afford the responsibility if you delay our business?”

“I am truly sorry,” the secretary said, her face pale with fright. “I truly am sorry… I’ll take care of this problem right away!”