Mr. Ford Is Jealous
Chapter 819

Chapter 819

Unable to bear seeing Guinevere in

such a state, Mr. Cohen said rather agitatedly, "So what if you can't let go of him? He's about to get married to someone else, and he doesn't want you anymore. Your current appearance will only bring embarra Mrs. Cohen stopped him anxiously.

"Don't say that!"

Guinevere was already emotionally vulnerable, and her outburst at the Ford Mansion was frightening enough.

Mr. Cohen naturally understood where Mrs. Cohen was coming from and stopped himself from saying anything further.

However, instead of going berserk again, Guinevere leaned against the door and looked dreamily ahead of her. "Since he wants to get married, then let him be..."

Mrs. Cohen was stunned for a moment, unable to believe the words coming from Guinevere's mouth. "Don't be too upset, they are just getting engaged. Anything could happen in the future..."

Mr. Cohen glared at her. "Why are you still giving her hope?"

"I'm not. I just can't bear to see her so upset..."

The two of them were about to start fighting when

Guinevere intercepted. "Don't worry about me. I will work with the doctors and get myself treated."

She went on, "I won't resist it if you try to set me up with someone...but I suppose no man will want a deranged woman for a wife."

"What nonsense are you spouting?"

Mr. Cohen stopped her from saying further. "You're my daughter! Who dares to despise you? As long as

you are willing to give up on Weston, there are tons of outstanding young men waiting in line for you to pick!"

That might be the case, but Guinevere didn't care for a single one of them.

Right from the beginning, she had only wanted Weston Ford.

"Dad, Mom, don't worry. I will cooperate with the doctor and put your minds to ease."

It was because she realized that acting crazy was no longer effective on Weston.

Even if she were to really turn crazy, he wouldn't care.

She had to find another way.

Weston was very quick to act.

The moment Old Mr. Ford agreed to their engagement, he made arrangements for the ceremony to proceed in the quickest time possible.

At the presidential suite on the top floor of the hotel.

Stella was subjected to an entire night of torture before she finally fell deep asleep in the latter half of the night.

The next day, Weston woke her up early in the morning, and she was not in the best of spirits.

"The engagement ceremony is about to begin. You need to put on your make-up and get ready. You can make up for your sleep debt after the ceremony, alright?" His deep, low voice rumbled in her ear.

Stella leaned on him; her eyes still bleary with sleep." You knew that we were supposed to wake up early this morning, yet you still kept me up all night..."

She was wearing a silk gown that Weston was used to wearing

That was because her own nightrobe was torn to shreds during the whirlwind of passion last night. Remnants of her torn garment were still floating in the half-filled bathtub.

His nightrobe was clearly too large for her, and it slipped down her shoulders the moment she moved.

It revealed her fair, dewy skin that was covered with bright red marks.

Weston's gaze darkened as his fingers brushed across the hickeys he left on her. He leaned close to her and whispered into her ear, "Our guests are all here. You still want to stay in bed?" "Who should I blame for being unable to get out of bed?"

Stella looked at him begrudgingly, "Since you knew that we were supposed to wake up early, you could've just exercised some restraint..."

Weston remained silent as he found her clothes and helped her with them.

After today, she would have an official status and reason to be by his side, and the nasty rumors surrounding them previously would be thoroughly buried.

Weston kissed her cheeks. "I'm sorry. I won't be like this next time."

He hauled her into his arms and promised, "I'll make sure you get ample rest the night before our wedding."

Sᴇarch the FindNovel.net website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.