Mr. Ford is Jealous

Chapter 378

Chapter 378 Guinevere was still in turmoil. 

“What if I told you that I insist on having you here with me?” 

Weston swept a cool glance at her and said, “No one can force me to do anything.” 

He then turned around and walked out the door. “From now on,” he added, “you can stay here whenever you like. You don‘t have to ask for my permission. The keys are near the entrance door. I will change the ownership of this apartment and put it under your name.” 

He then closed the door behind him and left. 

It was a thick door, but the sound of Guinevere‘s piercing scream could still be heard outside. 

Guinevere collapsed on the living room floor. She kneeled there and screamed her lungs out while pulling on her hair. She had tried so hard for so long to be let into this apartment, yet now that she finally had her wish, it turned out to be an empty, meaningless victory. It was as if fate was mocking her. 

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half past three in the morning,

time she closed her eyes, vivid images of the same

day when she fell

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mangled flesh that used to be her baby. The sound of a baby crying for their mother rang in her ears. She wanted to answer the baby, but she couldn‘t even open her mouth because a man was grabbing her throat with his large rough hand, choking her as he whispered filthy words into

was standing nearby. Stella cried and begged for his mercy, pleading for him to rescue her, but he paid no mind to

despair and utterly dejected, she jumped off the

and sprung up in bed, awoken by the intense pain in the dream. Her heart

It was only getting heavier and heavier, and the

whole room. For a brief moment, it was as bright

the man lying beside her.

violent emotions inside her. They gradually built up and swelled till she reached a point where she felt like a string stretched so taut that she might snap at any

whispered softly. The man did not respond. His hair was wet, as if he had come back from the rain outside and went to bed straight away without drying it first. His arm was still around her waist, and his whole body was leaning against hers. Stella shoved his arm away. Weston‘s brows knitted. His expressions

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