Mr. Ford is Jealous

Chapter 780 The other man did not expect he would really do it and fell limp in fear.
“I-I’ll tell you!”
He said warily, “We know her. She gave us money to take that woman away.”
“You’re lying!” Guinevere rushed to him and shouted emotionally,“ You’re slandering me!” After saying that, she looked at Weston again. “Weston, don’t believe them. I really didn’t do it. They’re slandering me!”
Weston looked at her indifferently. There was no warmth in his eyes at all. “If you don’t know them, why would they slander you?”
Guinevere pressed her lips and was at a loss for words.“ You suspect me and think I’m targeting Ella?”
Weston pulled his collar. It was his habitual action when he was irritated. “It’s not a suspicion.”
He stared at her. “It’s a certainty.”
Guinevere widened her eyes and laughed bitterly. “Since you have already declared me guilty, what else can I say?” She suddenly stepped forward and grabbed the man’s wrist. With a choking voice, she said, “You’ve changed… Weston, you wouldn’t have done this before. There is no evidence of anything, so why are you so eager to return a verdict? Do you care about that woman that much?”

Weston shook off her hand. “Stay here until it is over.”
After saying that, he turned around and was ready to leave.
Guinevere called out to him. “Are you trying to place me under house arrest?”
All she got in response was the man’s leaving back view.
When Stella woke up, she found herself in an unfamiliar room.
She sat up with a jolt. Thinking that she was still in that dark basement, she subconsciously pulled the blanket off herself and wanted to leave.
The next second, she fell into a warm embrace.
A low crisp voice came from above her head. “I’m here. Where are you going?” Stella was instantly relieved. Her stiff body relaxed, and
she leaned on his arms. “I thought I…”
She did not finish what she had wanted to say and shut her mouth. When she surveyed her surroundings and found that she was in a ward, her mind cleared up a bit.
Remembering what had happened earlier , Stella’s eyes darkened. She looked at Weston. “Thank you for saving
me.”
Weston turned on the lights, and the room was brightly lit.
He looked at her. “If you really want to thank me, then don’t say it.” She lay in the bed and closed her eyes with a pained expression on her face. He frowned and sat beside her. He helped her up and asked, “What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell somewhere?” She shook her head and said, “I am just a bit dizzy.”
He massaged the back of her head. “You got hit with a stick here. There is some bruising, but luckily, there will not be any complications. Anyway, you will feel dizzy, so just bear with it for a while.”