Mr. Ford is Jealous

Chapter 893

Sensing the tightening grip around her waist, Stella added, “But it’s fine. We just won’t invite him then.” “Don’t invite him?” Weston suddenly let go of her. “Mm-hmm,” Stella nodded. Looking into his eyes, she said, “If he’s adamant in disapproving of our marriage, then we’ll just not invite him to the wedding. He might cause some trouble if he attends, so I think it’s best we send him back abroad, where he’ll focus on his studies.” “…are you sure?” Weston’s brows furrowed gently He knew better than anyone else how devoted the two siblings were to each other. Sure, they might not be blood-related, but he acutely sensed Roger’s passionate feelings… feelings that might indicate more than brotherly love. Nevertheless, based on what he knew about Stella, Roger was still the most important person in her life. “We will get married come what may,” Stella assured him with a smile. “What’s important right now is that he’s safe and sound. I’m not worried about the rest. I don’t want our moment of happiness to be ruined just because he…” Before she could finish speaking, she was pulled into his arms in a tight embrace. He hugged her so fiercely that she felt like her ribs were being crushed. Stella’s eyes flickered. Her expression turned cold and stony when her face was hidden from his view.

her stiffly when he finally let go of her. “When are you going to try it out?” he asked, running his hand through her hair. “Didn’t you say it’s going to be a simple wedding?” Stella frowned. “Yes.” He pinched her nose. “It will be a simple wedding, but it still shouldn’t lack anything that a wedding needs.” Weston then sent her off to the car so she could try on the wedding dress while he himself headed toward Roger’s ward. Roger had just pushed the blanket aside and was trying to get out of bed when he heard the door open. His instant hunch was that it was Stella who had returned again, so he sulkily muttered, “Didn’t you say you don’t want to see me anymore?” “She does indeed not want to

Weston walked up to Roger and placed the invitation card on the bedside table. “You are my fiance’s brother,” he said, “so I owe you the courtesy of inviting you to our wedding, though it’ll be up to you whether or not you decide to attend.” “Don’t worry,” Roger sneered. “I will absolutely not attend. There’s no need for you to act all smug and cocky here, either. It’s just a wedding, after all. Nowadays, people get divorced all the time anyway “Besides… you both have already gotten divorced once, haven’t you?” When Roger saw Weston’s face darkening, his heart was momentarily filled with the