Mr. Ford Is Jealous
Chapter 918

Chapter 918

Stella was stunned for a moment.

She sat in front of the mirror and blushed.

"You..."

She quickly took out a few tissues and wiped off the marks on the corners of her mouth.

"Why didn't you say anything?"

She had had the thing on her face from the cabin to the wedding ceremony.

Weston glanced at her lightly. "Why did you think I covered you with a coat?"

Stella threw the tissue away and drew a few new ones. "You should remind me..."

He stood before her, bent down, took the wet tissue in her hand, and lifted her chin. "Don't move."

She could only raise her face and let him wipe it.

It was finally wiped off, but a lingering musk seemed to remain on her.

It was a mix of faint hymenanthera and a fishy smell.

"I'll get the makeup artist to touch up my face a little..."

She narrowed her brows and wanted to stand up but was pushed back by Weston. "Let her come in and do it for you."

At the wedding ceremony.

Guinevere was blocked at the door.

She looked at the guests inside and shouted to the bodyguard at the door, "Let me in!"

"I'm sorry. Mr. Ford's orders."

"I have an invitation! Why won't you let me in?"

Being a little overemotional, she attracted everyone's attention in her white wedding dress.

"Is that Guinevere?"

"She really came here in a wedding dress..."

Ben came over quickly. "Miss Cohen, I'm sorry. Please don't make it difficult for us."

He spoke politely, but his expression was icy. "If you refuse to go on your own. Things might get ugly if we are forced to do it." The man represented Weston's orders.

Of course, she understood, but she still refused to accept reality.

"He agreed to let me come to the wedding. Why won't he let me in?"

Ben felt a headache coming on.

Why was she so ridiculous?

To think that he used to think she was a goddess... she now

appeared more like a lunatic.

"You came to someone else's wedding in a wedding dress? Aren't you deliberately causing a scene? Don't think that we're fools!"

With that, he turned to look at the bodyguards around him.

The men immediately stepped forward and surrounded Guinevere.

She took two steps back, and that was when she twisted her ankle and almost fell to the ground.

But she held onto the flower basket beside her and stood up reluctantly. "I don't care; whatever I wear is my freedom. So what if it's a wedding dress? Since I have an invitation, you have to let me in!" Having walked from the highway step by step, her heels had long been worn out, and blood was oozing from her feet, making her look extremely bad.

Ben saw her appearance and sighed. "Since you're so stubborn, don't blame us..."

Having said that, he instructed his bodyguards to throw her out." Get her out of here!"

"I'll see who dares to touch her!"

Warren shouted and walked tremblingly from the side, leaning on his crutch. "She is the bride of the day. How dare you do anything to her?"

Ben immediately stood up straight. "Chairman..."

Warren glared at him. "Where's your master?"

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