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?” 

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

asking for is proof,” he spoke slowly, word by word. “After all, you can‘t expect me to believe a word you say, can you? You‘re the one who hoodwinked 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

at him and asked, “Fine, how would you like me

down on the floor , rubbed her head, and took her

do a DNA test

her fists tightly, and her

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

utterly plain voice, yet each word hit his raw nerves, again and

at the face that he had been dreaming about day and night for the past three years.

said, “that I don‘t care if we had children or not. I never minded the fact

did!” she interrupted him. “You didn‘t want

not the time to be talking about these things. What exactly do

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flowing not too long ago started to gush out again. “Stop fighting,” she cried, waving her chubby arms,” stop fighting... It‘s

crying pierced straight through