Mr. Ford Is Jealous novel Chapter 403

Chapter 403 Right after he put down the phone, someone knocked on his door. 

It was his doctor doing his rounds. “How do you feel today?” 

Henry was about to reply when he saw a woman following the doctor from behind. 

The doctor explained, “She‘s here to observe me. Please ignore her.” 

Henry nodded, but he noticed someone familiar right next to the lady. 

Xavier Ford. 

Xavier had come looking for Zeta when he recalled that Henry also received treatment in this hospital. 

He waved to him. 

Zeta immediately told the doctor next to her, “I have something else to attend to, and I‘m heading back to the office.” 

“Sure, go ahead.” 

She turned to leave, and Xavier instinctively trailed her. Zeta immediately said, “Stay here and chat with Henry. I‘ll go and be busy.” With that, Zeta turned to leave in a hurry, seeming as though she was trying to avoid him. 

However, she was that heartless. 

Xavier saw how his face changed and asked, “Oh yes, I heard Weston say that you‘ve been trying to find a particular person of late?” 

“Did you hear that from him, or did you do some poking around privately?“. Henry looked at him with a half–smile. Weston would never share their conversation with a third person. Growing up together and sharing unspoken chemistry, their brotherhood far outweighed the blood ties that the uncle and nephew pair shared. Xavier knew that Henry wasn‘t easily fooled, and he tapped his fingers against the table. “How about this. Let’s strike a deal. Do me a favor, and I‘ll help you find the person you‘re looking for. What do you think?” 

He looked straight into Henry‘s eyes. “I know who you‘re looking for. That little bodyguard of yours, right? However good a woman is at hiding, where could she possibly hide herself?” 

Henry ignored him and instead pushed his wheelchair to the balcony, turning his focus to his potted plants again. Xavier suddenly recalled that day he had come to visit Henry with Weston. All he did was touch his cactus once, and Henry looked like he wanted to murder him. “Are these potted plants things that your little bodyguard likes?” His question invoked a dark scowl from Henry, and it all but confirmed his suspicion. “How about this. I‘ll help you dig up news about her, and I don‘t need you to do anything for me. However, if I manage to find something useful, we‘ll take it that you owe me one. How does that sound?