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

with icy clarity, showing

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

you‘re trying to hurt me, go ahead. I don‘t mind

to see them?” She looked defiantly at him 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 else‘s children?”

Weston frowned. “You know perfectly well what I meant,” answered Stella,

How

her words touched

Weston‘s face grew darker and darker until she

my way,” she pushed him aside. “I‘m

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

tell you that Zachary Ford was not my son?” He could remain relatively calm

never crossed Stella‘s mind at all. She had never paid any attention to whatever that had

about him a bit, she wouldn‘t have neglected to contact him at all in the past three years, and she would‘ve known what had happened