Mr. Ford Is Jealous

Chapter 42

Chapter 42 Guinevere’s gaze landed smugly on the expensive dress that Stella was donning. As if realization dawned upon her, she said, “Yvonne is generous indeed. Her family owns an haute couture production line, and the garments can’t be bought even if one has the money. She is a candid and righteous person, indeed. Making friends with people like her would save one a lot of trouble and bring many benefits.”

Stella’s eves flickered as she turned towards Guinevere and said, “Sorry, but were you trying to hint it was me?”

Guinevere was stunned, not expecting Stella to be so forthcoming.

She recovered from her minor shock and stepped forward suddenly, leaning in closer to Stella. “I’m just casually chatting with you and just made a passing remark on something about Yvonne that I just recalled. I didn’t expect you to wear that hat on yourself.” The smile on her face appeared genuine. “Don’t take to heart what I just said. I wasn’t referring to you. If what I said made you misunderstand, I apologize.” In the face of such criticism, Stella only felt like laughing.

She clenched her fists and released them. “There’s no need for an apology. I just hope you won’t say such misleading things in the future.”

Guinevere’s face turned dark as she sneered and flung Stella’s arm away.

Stella stepped forward, intending to leave, when she suddenly stopped in her tracks. “Ms. Cohen, I’m one who doesn’t like to beat around the bush. After all, I don’t know you, and it’s my first time seeing you. If you have any thoughts or opinions about me, please make them Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

clear. I would be clueless as to how I have offended you otherwise.”

Guinevere’s brows hitched as she said with surprise, “Why do you keep feeling like you’ve offended me?”

She was actually implying that Stella wasn’t even fit to offend her in the first place.

Stella pursed her lips slightly. “I know that I resemble someone you used to know. Although I have no idea how much I look like her, the fact that Yvonne keeps talking about her tells me that we really look alike. I have no idea what grudges or back story you share with her, but pardon me, Ms. Cohen. I really don’t know you, and I suggest that you don’t vent the anger you have towards her on me. I will not take such unreasonable anger lying down.”

Her tone was hasty but not perfunctory, as if she really wanted to draw a clear line between herself and that Stella Sealey of the past.

It was a pity, though. Having dabbled in the entertainment circle for a good while, Guinevere wasn’t one to trust easily.

Her eyes narrowed as a cold glint flashed past her eyes. She maintained her proud stature, saying, “I did have some conflict with that lady you resemble, but I wouldn’t exactly call it a grudge. She’s merely a woman overestimating herself in trying to seduce Weston. I can’t even quite remember what she looks like and only remembered that such a person existed when I saw you.”

Her nails dug into her flesh as pain seared through her.

Stella forced herself to remain calm. She looked on at Guinevere, trying hard to appear curious. “I see. What happened to that lady in the end?”

“What happened to her?”

Guinevere dragged out her voice as if trying to recall the past. Eventually, she shook her head and smiled, “I think she failed in the end and committed suicide by jumping off a building. It’s been almost a year since then, after all. I don’t really remember the details. Weston and I were helpless in all these. Women were throwing themselves on him, but she was the first to commit suicide over him.”

Her brows furrowed as she explained, “I really don’t understand women these days. Why would they bother to get themselves involved with men who already have wives and families?”

Guinevere kept her eyes fixed on Stella, trying to catch tell-tale signs. Stella remained unmoved and turned smilingly towards Guinevere and stared right back at her, “Yeah, why do such women exist? Why would they want to force an already married man to divorce and leave his wife?”

Guinevere collected herself as if she had just remembered something. Back then, Stella was the one who was married to Weston.

All things considered , she was the one who had gotten herself involved with a married man.

Stella looked at the subtle change in Guinevere’s face and smiled. “There’s something that I still don’t understand. Why is it that at times, when it’s clearly the man at fault, women always like to shift the blame on other women? Especially when they clearly know that the other party is innocent, women like to accuse other women of seducing their men and destroying them? Afterward, they would turn back to their men at fault in the first place and become all lovey-dovey once again…”

She straightened herself up and shook her head. “Not everyone is like you, Ms. Cohen. Not everyone thinks of Mr. Ford as a precious treasure.”