Mr. Ford Is Jealous
Chapter 55

Chapter 55

"You said it yourself-it's just a woman who looks very much like me. There are so many people in the world who look like me. Must I care about every single one?" Guinevere's brows furrowed, clearly, not used to dealing with such a sharp-tongued Stella."

You're right."

Stella put down her coffee cup and boldly surveyed Guinevere.

Guinevere, the famous celebrity, indeed. She was always so impeccably dressed and eye catching, never allowing anyone else to steal the attention away from her.

Guinevere wasn't very pleased with the way that Stella was staring at her.

The Ella now was indeed very different from the Stella then.

She realized that she would still subconsciously compare Ella with Stella.

Guinevere clenched her fists. Suddenly, she opened her mouth, "Actually, I specially came over today to chat with you regarding Stella Sealey."

"Ms. Cohen, what makes you think that I'll be interested to listen about it?"

"Listening to gossip is something that everyone likes to do, whether openly or not. What's more...'

Guinevere paused for a moment and said jokingly, "Would there be anyone who doesn't want to listen to my gossip?"

A hint of mockery flashed across Stella's eyes as she let out a light chuckle. "I guess I'm all ears, then."

Guinevere fell silent and looked at the table as if considering her words. "You really look very much like her, to the point...I sometimes think that both of you are actually the same person."

She went on, "Actually, I really shouldn't be telling you these things. But in fact, she passed away due to an accident, and I don't feel very good about it on the inside. I wanted to talk with Weston about it, but you know how busy he is with work. He doesn't have time and he's reluctant to hear about such unimportant stuff. He's a very distant and cold man, never willing to spend too much time thinking about outsiders he doesn't care about. As such, he doesn't really understand how I feel about this entire issue..."

What she wanted to convey was that Stella was but an insignificant and irrelevant person to them. As much as Guinevere might be slightly affected, Weston did not take it to heart at all. That was within expectations, though. Stella's eyelashes trembled ever so slightly, but she didn't say anything. The expression on Guinevere's face softened at the mention of Weston. "You should be able to tell that I am rathe spoiled. I obviously really want Weston by my side, but because he pampered me too much, I ended up being a peacock and refused to submit to him. During the time when I broke up with him out of spite, tha woman appeared..."

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Stella felt a thorn diving deeper and deeper into her heart.

The more she heard about the past from Guinevere's mouth, the sillier she found herself, especially during the period when she was immersed in that marriage.

She thought that Weston was genuinely good to her and that he at least liked her a little, enough to marry her.

She did not expect to be the only one who had been genuine.

She heard herself ask through a parched throat, "Since you and Weston were so in love, why did you two even break up back then?"

Guinevere's gaze drifted away as she recalled the past, "I was at the peak of my career and things were moving so quickly, but I accidentally got pregnant..."

She looked at Stella, "I didn't want the child then, but Weston really wanted it. We had a huge fight and I charged into a hospital insisting on an abortion. After that, we broke up."

Stella's gaze trembled. "So, you two were completely broken up then?" She thought that Weston had always been together with Guinevere while she was married to him. Turns out... "I didn't actually abort the baby."

Guinevere went on, "I only said so to make him angry. I didn't expect him to take me seriously and think that I really went for an abortion..."

"Subsequently, when I found out that he got together with another woman out of spite and revenge, I was no longer able to fight a cold war with him. I had to tell him that I did not abort the baby, and remind him that if we continue going down this terribly wrong path, it would only hurt that woman."

Stella's face turned paler and paler with every passing moment. She said self-derisively, "In that case, she should be thanking you instead."