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...” 

“I told you they‘re not your children, so what else do you want from us? Why won‘t you

each word with icy clarity,

perhaps I should just tell you that I adopted those kids.”

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

away from him and scoffed. “But they‘re not your children,” she said. “Why on earth would you want 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

frowned. “You know perfectly well what

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

words touched directly at his

grew darker and darker until she could sense a terrifying coldness emanating from

pushed

him. With his other hand, he lifted up her

He could remain relatively calm before, but at this point, he could no longer hide his

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

neglected to contact him at all in the past three years, and she