Mr. Ford Is Jealous
Chapter 235

Chapter 235

She fell in love with Weston first. She acknowledged that. The person who fell in love first and loved deeper would always suffer more. Guinevere had accepted that fact. She had come this far. It was too late for her to go back anymore. "I'm going to see a psychiatrist today. Mom, if it's okay, can you come with me? Weston is very busy at work." Wendy paused when she heard Guinevere referring to her as "Mom" directly. She looked up

and glanced at Guinevere with a doubtful look Guinevere acted like it was nothing strange. She just looked back at Wendy with a natural smile on her face. "What's wrong, Mom?" Wendy withdrew her gaze and put the breakfast down from her hands. She had suddenly lost all her appetite. However, Guinevere was still waiting for her answer. After a long pause, Wendy nodded. “Sure, but remember to ask Weston to go with you next time." "I'll let him know when he's not busy at work," Guinevere promised. Wendy got up. "I'm done eating. I'll go to the children's room and check on Zack."

Guinevere reflexively wanted to say she would go too, but she gave up thinking about her state yesterday. She sat down and said, "I'll see him when I'm mentally stable."

Wendy ignored her and went upstairs. Guinevere's smile gradually disappeared when she looked at Wendy's back. She looked at the breakfast on the table with a blank face and lost her appetite. Stella had a good sleep. When she woke up, she heard a lot of noises from the kitchen. She opened her eyes sleepily and walked to the living room. Then, she saw Roger come out with breakfast. "Sis, you're awake?" "Why did you get up so early?" Stella asked, and her expression suddenly tumed serious." Don't you have class?" Roger knew she would say that. He smiled helplessly and said, "I don't have morning classes today. Did you forget?" Stella looked at the class schedule hanging on the wall. "Really? You don't have class on Mondays?" "We usually have no classes on odd weeks." Roger took off his apron and walked over to Stella. "Go and wash up, then go and have breakfast.” It was a good day today with the sun pouring in from outside.

Roger looked at Stella, who sat across from him. He asked, "How's my cooking? Did it get worse?"

Stella looked at the soup in front of her. "It's just a bowl of soup. How can I tell?" "Can't you taste my love for you?" Stella laughed out loud. "When did you learn to be so expressive?" Before their parents' passing, the two of them had always bickered with each other. Later, they lived together and relied on each other. During the process, they became more considerate of each other. Even so, they occasionally bickered like before when they were relaxed. Stella felt like life had color only in Roger's presence. This was the life she wanted. She was not interested in spending her days with Weston, coming up with plans to impress him or stay away from him. She also had to worry about Guinevere, who would occasionally appear. Roger noticed the gloomy air around Stella. Seeing her gloomy face, Roger put down the glass in his hand. "Sis, has something been bothering you lately? You finally came back from the business trip, but I feel like you're always distracted..."

Stella shook her head. "The training center will close down next month. Meanwhile, I want to replace a new job." "Didn't we agree yesterday? Can't you just get an easy job?" Stella shook her head. "I haven't thought about it properly."

She paused for a moment and suddenly asked tentatively, "What do you think about me acting?"

"Acting?" Roger widened his eyes in disbelief. He stood up and asked, "Why acting?" Stella frowned at his overreaction. "I was just asking..." "Why would you ask this out of the blue?" Roger managed a smile, but it was a little stiff. Stella pondered for a moment and asked him, "If I wanted to be an actress, would you support me?"