Mr. Ford is Jealous

Chapter 1192 “I‘m not saying I have any right,” he replied, his eyes pitch – black and his voice raspy. “I‘m not trying to take anything from you.” 

“Trust me,” he comforted her gently as if she was a frightened little creature. “Stella, this time I won‘t force you to do anything, like how I did. All I want is to see them. Please?” 

As soon as the thought of those two children popped into his mind, an uncontrollable feeling of tender affection overcame him. 

That day, in the restaurant, he only had a chance to hold Emma for a while, but he could never forget how it felt. 

He wanted to see his children again. Especially the boy. He had not even had a chance to hold him yet. 

Stella could easily see the desire in his eyes. 

“I think you must‘ve misunderstood something,” she sneered, trying to chip away at his hope bit by bit. “You should‘ve known a long time ago that I could never get pregnant, Mr. Ford. The truth is, the twins aren‘t my children, much less yours.” “Then why do they look just like you?” he asked, his eyes full of tenderness. He took no offense from her biting 

sarcasm, and he kept his patience intact. “I know you won‘t be able to accept me right now, but I honestly just want to see them. Please, Stella, I won‘t disturb them at all. I‘ll be content with watching them from a distance...” 

your children, so what else do you want from us? Why won‘t you leave us in

clarity, showing him absolutely

she continued, “since you seem really curious, perhaps I should just tell you

He remained silent as he kept staring at her. A long time passed before he finally said, “If you‘re trying to hurt me, go ahead. I

she said. “Why on earth would you want to see them?” She looked defiantly at him and added, “You‘re acting strange, Mr. Ford.

talking about?” Weston frowned. “You know

that Zachary Ford died. He was your own son no matter what. How could you be so unbothered and act like

harshly, and her words touched directly at his raw

could see that Weston‘s face grew darker and darker until she could sense a

my way,” she pushed him aside. “I‘m going

her wrist from behind and pulled her back towards him. With his other hand, he lifted up her chin, forcing her to look straight

Zachary Ford was not my son?” He could remain relatively calm before, but at this point, he could no

that in the past three years, he had never crossed Stella‘s mind at all. She had

a bit, she wouldn‘t have neglected to contact him at all in the past three years, and she