Mr. Ford is Jealous

Chapter 1167 Even Nicole and Daisy, who were both dressed to the nines, paled in comparison to Stella, whose elegance completely outshone the combined beauty of the other two women. 

Grace and charm flowed out of her body with every gesture she made, making it almost impossible for Ben to take his eyes off her. 

How could such a bewitching woman not be a ghost? 

The thoughts in his own head shocked him over and over again. His palms began to sweat, and he did not know what to do. 

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In the end, it was Henry who spoke up, breaking the long silence in the room. 

“So you‘re not dead after all,” he commented. “Looks like you‘ve been duping us for three full years.” He then chuckled under his breath, acting as if he was the only one in the room. “Don‘t mention death in front of my children!” Stella glared coldly at him and hissed. She took Elias‘ hand, glanced at Emma, who seemed to be extremely fond of Weston, and sighed. 

SITISNITIIVSE 

“What do I have to do for you to return my daughter, Mr. Ford?” 

“All you need to do is prove that this really is your daughter, and I‘ll gladly return her to you. What do you say?” 

so hard that she could hear them grinding against each other. “Stop messing around with me!” she snapped. Weston‘s

me into thinking that you‘re dead all this time. To think that you‘d deceive your own husband about something so serious as that, you can‘t blame

altered. Instead of getting angry, though, she laughed as she stared at him and asked, “Fine, how

floor , rubbed her

do a DNA test

clenched her fists tightly, and her fingers dug

flesh that marks were visible. With a pale face, she looked at him and said, “I know what you‘re thinking, Weston, but don’t you think that you‘re being ridiculous? Don‘t tell me that you still can‘t let go of me after all these years. Are you actually hoping that I‘ve given birth to

utterly plain voice, yet each word hit

gazed wistfully at the face that he had been dreaming

care if we had children or not. I never minded the fact that

him. “You didn‘t want children, but I

before impatiently adding, “This is not the time to be talking about

UIT 

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those tears that had stopped flowing not too long ago started to gush out again. “Stop fighting,” she cried, waving her chubby arms,” stop fighting... It‘s aw my fawt... Stop fighting...”

of her daughter crying pierced straight through Stella‘s