Mr. Ford is Jealous

Chapter 902 “Mr. Ford...” 

“Good afternoon Mr. Ford!” 

The room was filled with voices greeting Weston. 

He nodded slightly at everyone in acknowledgment, before his eyes fell on Stella, and his eyes stayed glued on her. 

The sight of her in the wedding dress mesmerized him so much that he could only stand in complete silence. 

The last time they got married, all they did was sign their names on dotted lines and not much else. Stella was not someone special to him back then, so he didn‘t bother making any effort. Though he treated her with dignity and respect, the fact remained that he didn‘t have any feelings for her. 

In the end, all they did was invite Roger out for dinner. He didn‘t even inform any of his friends or family. He remembered how Stella thanked him for settling her brother‘s medical bills. The overall impression the day left on his mind was that the marriage was a transactional exchange. 

Yet, before he could realize it, his mind would shift to Stella every time he stood on top of a high–rise building and looked down at the crowd on the ground. Anytime he thought of home, the image of her would pop up. 

“Are you done testing your wedding suit, Mr. Ford? Madam still has a few dresses to try on. Would you mind sitting here for a 

while?” the designer asked, breaking his thoughts. 

by a few people trying to serve him. “Would

don‘t need anything,” he told them, signaling them to leave him

standing in front of the mirror, wearing a long white wedding dress.

that she was beautiful.

slowly and patiently, a beauty

dozen. He had always been surrounded by attractive people all his life, not to mention the aristocratic roots he hailed from. He was used to having the best of everything, including beautiful admirers. Guinevere, for example, was a gorgeous woman who had been in love with him for as long as

warm up to them in a way he‘d examine their beauty intimately.

Stella‘s beauty did...

He wanted to see her all made

manner. He wanted to see her all stripped, without so much a stitch to hide her bare

was now his bride.

looked up to see Weston in through the mirror

asked, “How do

“Stunning,” he replied. 

to get to Stella

wedding suit looked much simpler. The black suit he donned himself was decorated with golden embroidery at the cuffs, echoing

nothing short of aristocratic, perhaps