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

each word with icy clarity, showing him

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

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 don‘t mind it. Just let

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

“You know perfectly well

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

spoke very harshly, and her words touched

Weston‘s face grew darker and darker until

out of my way,” she pushed him aside.

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

not my son?” He could remain relatively calm before, but at this point, he could no longer hide his vexation.

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

him a bit, she wouldn‘t have neglected to contact him at