Mr. Ford is Jealous

Chapter 1237 

Stella jumped to her feet, feeling a little emotional. “Do you have any idea how upset I was when I thought you were dead?” 

Miguel shouted immediately, “I can accept that you treat me as Roger, but I cannot accept that you take me as him! I am not him. Look at my face! I have no blood 

relationship with you. I am only taking care of you in his place!” 

He raised his volume all of a sudden and was on the verge of an emotional breakdown. 

Stella closed her eyes with a headache coming on. “You still refuse to swallow it, until now?” 

She suddenly thought of something and curved the corners of her lips upward. “This should be the tradition of the Gracia family. After all, it is you who helped me, and this is how I escaped Weston in the first place. Faking your own death should be a method you never get tired of using, right?” 

Miguel clenched his fists instantly and looked at her gloomily. 

In the end, he turned around and left without saying anything. 

“I don’t want to use that identity anymore.” 

As he walked to the door, he suddenly stopped and looked at Stella. “So, don’t bring it up again. I’m Miguel now.” 

that, he closed the door.

Bang! 

the only one left in

time. She wanted to sleep but could not, no matter how she tried. So she simply took a bottle

there was a loud noise upstairs.

froze and looked up in a hurry to find that Weston had appeared

“Ah!” 

surprise and sprang out of her wicker

man in front of her clearly, she breathed a sigh of relief, then glared at him furiously. “Do you know what you are doing?”

her shocked face, Weston did not say anything and put her head on his shoulder. “I’m sorry. I did not

hair, but Stella pushed him away. She took a deep breath and looked at him. “Don’t tell me you fell

“No.” 

so I thought I’d come over and

you know how to knock on the door? Must you use

you have opened

Stella was speechless. 

it and would even pretend she did not hear it.

out his phone and shook it in front of her.

I did not get a word from