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...” 

coldly. “I told you they‘re not your children, so what else do you want from us? Why won‘t you leave us in peace?”

each word with icy clarity, showing him absolutely no mercy.

seem really curious, perhaps

before he finally said, “If you‘re trying to hurt me, go ahead. I don‘t mind it. Just let me see them again, please. Just for a little

and added, “You‘re acting strange, Mr. Ford. You didn‘t seem that interested in your own son back then. I wonder why you‘re suddenly interested in someone

are you talking about?” Weston frowned. “You know perfectly well what

casually, but with eyes that were full of contempt. “Or perhaps you‘re more forgetful than I thought? It was only three years ago that Zachary Ford died. He was your own son no matter what. How could you be so unbothered and act like he never existed just because he‘s dead? Instead of being upset, you‘re so eager to be a father to children who aren‘t even yours! You really are

spoke very harshly, and her words touched directly at

and darker until she could sense a

way,” she pushed him aside.

back towards him. With his other hand, he lifted up her chin, forcing her to look

to tell you that Zachary Ford was not my son?” He could remain relatively calm before, but at this point, he

the past three years, he had never crossed Stella‘s mind at all. She had never paid any attention to whatever that had been going

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