Mr. Ford Is Jealous
Chapter 304

Chapter 304

When truly in love, the pain of betrayal that one experienced would far exceed that of the heart gouged out.

Only those who had experienced that kind of hurt would understand.

Stella was completely distracted even after she reached home.

Even Weston could sense that something was wrong with her, though he didn't probe.

After dinner.

Joan wiped the table clean.

Stella entered a small room in the corner of the study, still looking spaced out. Stardust Mansion was where Weston and Stella used to stay in after they got married. In the original study, he had specially carved out a room for Stella to work in. However, since Weston had acquiesced for her to join the cast, Stella began to the script once she settled down in her small room.

As she read on, the feelings of angst and unsettlement crept into her mind and she couldn't help but pull out her phone to text Yvonne and ask her how she was at that moment. The scene at the restaurant kept her worried.

Although her instincts told her that Lucas wasn't the kind that would betray his wife and gallivant his way around women, nothing was impossible in this world.

She used to think that way about Weston, too. Yet, he was now clearly capable of being deeply in love with Guinevere, while forcefully keeping her by his side.

Having gone through what she had with Weston, she found it extremely difficult to believe that pure love existed in this world.

However, the thought of Lucas not wanting Yvonne to keep in contact with her made Stella put her phone down with a long sigh.

If Yvonne needed a person to talk to, she would probably initiate contact. Recklessly asking her how she was might only serve to upset her further, she reasoned.

Knock, knock

Someone was at the door.

Stella looked up and realized that it was Joan.

"Ms. Steele, here's a bowl of fresh berries that I bought from the market. I'll place it on the table. Please have some."

Stella nodded. "Thank you, Joan."

Instead of leaving immediately, Joan remained in the room with her eyes fixed on Stella.

Stella was confused at her behavior. "What's the matter?"

Joan asked, "Ms. Steele, have I done something to make you unhappy?" Stella shook her head and said, perplexed, "Not at all. Why would you ask me that?"

"I noticed that you didn't eat much today. Were the dishes I cooked not to your liking?"

Since Weston had hired her at such an exorbitant rate, she found it her responsibility to serve Stella to her utmost satisfaction. Most importantly, she was tasked with ensuring that Stella ate well.

She was responsible for making highly nutritious food that Stella liked, and her main goal was to keep Stella's health in good shape. Stella paused for a moment. "No, I just have something on my mind... that's why I don't have much appetite. It's not your fault..." Realization dawned upon her as to why Joan had come over to her room. She was probably here with snacks since she hadn't eaten much for dinner. "Did Weston say something to you?" Instead of directly replying to her, Joan said, "Ms. Steele, if there's anything you're dissatisfied with, please feel free to let me know. Mr. Ford pays me such a high salary, it's only right that I make each of your wishes my command."

"I got it."

Stella paused for a moment before picking a berry from the bowl and popping it in her mouth. "Very sweet." She turned to Joan. "If I need anything, I'll be sure to tell you directly." Joan heaved a sigh of relief. “I shan't bother you any further, then."

"Sure."

After Joan left, Stella pondered for a moment before leaving her room as well.

Believing that Weston would be in his study, she didn't expect to stare right into his deep, dark eyes the moment she stepped out of her room.