Mr. Ford Is Jealous
Chapter 955

Chapter 955

Hearing this, Weston stared fixedly at his mother, his searching eyes full of scrutiny.

"What are you looking at?" Wendy shot hima dirty look.

"If he really is out there with another woman, why are you so calm about it?" he asked.

Wendy laughed.

"Aren't All men like that?" she sneered.

"What do you want me to do? Lock him up inside the house?" Weston said nothing, but his eyes turned dark.

"Stop wasting your time," Wendy reminded him impatiently, no longer wanting to see him there.

"If you want to go, then hurry up and go! I, for one, have no desire to meet those people!" Just as she finished her sentence, WarrenFord appeared with a cane in his hand.

"Are you going to the Cohens'?" he asked.

"Yes, Grandpa.

"Mr.Frederick Cohen would like to see Zachary," Weston stood at attention and told Warren.

This was the first time Weston and Warren spoke ever since the wedding.

Though there seemed to be no changes in their relationship on the surface, only Warren knew about the storm brewing under his grandson's calm demeanor.

"Of course, he would," Warren said, glancing at Weston." Zack is his great-grandson, after all. It's only natural that he should see Zach every once in a while." He paused, then added, "I haven't seen him in quite some time myself. Perhaps I should join you." Wendy sighed in relief the moment she heard him.

"That's perfect!" she cried, handing Zack to the old man.

"In that case, Father, please take care of this boy while you're there!" Warren often stayed at the Ford Mansion and played with Zachary while he was there.

He was the only person that Zachary was not afraid of, apart from Wendy.It would be perfect if Warren went with Weston and Zachary.

"What's wrong with you?" Warren glared at Wendy with discontent.

"How are you still so timid at this age?" In the early days of Wendy and Chris's marriage, she'd pay attention to every move of hers to ensure she pleased everyone in the Ford family.

But as the years passed, she gradually stopped bothering about all of that.

No one could do anything to her now, much less such trivial matters.

"Well," she began, smiling sheepishly, "now that Guinevere is no longer engaged 10 Weston, there shouldn't be any reason to meet the Coliens, right?" "The older you get, the lazier you become!" barked Ilarren.

He squinted at her.

"Tine! Just stay home then!" He then picked Zachary up in his arms.

"Want to go out with Great-grandpa?" he cooed.

Zachary hadn't the slightest about the commotion brewing around him.

All he knew was that it was always a lot of fun when Great-Grandpa picked him up.

The little kid burst into peals of joyous laughter.

This made Warren laugh too.

He laughed so heartily that it brightened his old wrinkled face.

"You really are the only one in the family who's never disappointed me, Zack!" Those words sounded like they were targeted at someone else.

Weston pretended he heard nothing and headed straight into the car.

They soon reached Cohen Mansion.

Before they got out of the car, Warren reminded Weston, "It's been a long time since I last saw Frederick .Don't forget he was an old friend who's been through it all with me, Weston. Let's not mention anything that happened at the wedding, and make sure you treat Guinevere well, okay?" Weston closed his eyes and tried to suppress his impatience

"I know my manners," he said.

Warren glowered at him and sighed.

"If I had known that you'd turn out this way," he berated.

"I'd have done everything in my power to stop you from turning into a mess because of a woman, even if it meant risking my life!" Weston's brows knitted.

After a long silence, he finally spoke.

"I'm sure I don't need to remind you, Grandpa, that Ford Corporation is the fastest-growing company in the country. You must've heard about how much the Western Suburbs project has made, and how it boosted the economy of the surrounding community. I'm sure there's no need for me to go into details. You must've heard it all from others."

"You..." Warren was full of rage, yet he found that he couldn't refute a single thing Weston had just brought up.

"Fine!" he relented, feeling a headache coming on.

"Let's get out of the car." Just as Weston stepped out, he saw Guinevere standing at the door of the Cohen Mansion, waiting for them.

Clad in a pale white dress, she was neat and poised, without a single trace of that delirium and hysteria she had displayed before. Only a warm and amiable smile remained as she greeted them chirpily.