Mr. Ford Is Jealous novel Chapter 62

Chapter 62

The Ford mansion.

Guinevere had just gotten the report. She turned each page slowly, scrutinizing each and every word.

They really were two different people. But how was that possible? It was indeed an outcome that she had hoped for, but it was all too outlandish. But still, everything had been spelled out in black and white, in the report in front of her, so it had to be true.

Guinevere sighed in relief. Thank goodness she wasn’t that woman. Thank goodness Ella Steele was just Ella Steele after all.

As long as she wasn’t Stella Sealey, she would pose no threat to her. She was just a woman who looked like Stella, that was all. Nothing to be worried about.

“What are you doing?” Weston asked, appearing seemingly out of nowhere just as she sighed. Guinevere’s heart skipped a beat but she managed to stay calm and show no emotions. “Nothing,” she replied, getting up and pretending to be tidying up the desk. “I was just reading my scripts.”

Weston usually showed no interest in her work, but as luck would have it, he seemed curious today and started walking towards her. As his footsteps approached, the tension in Guinevere’s body rose. She swiftly hid the report under a stack of paper, but Weston was already standing behind her.

“Has the filming started?” he asked.

Guinevere nodded.

“The investors and the producers are having a discussion about the script so I might as well do some preparations myself since I have nothing else to do anyway.”

Guinevere had a good reputation in the entertainment industry, and it was a reputation that didn’t come from nowhere.

Weston said nothing, but his gaze moved from Guinevere’s face to the stack of paper on the desk.

“Zack’s awake,” he said, before turning around and leaving the room.

Seeing this, Wendy frowned and impatiently said, “Give him to me!”

The moment Zack was in Wendy’s arms, his wailing instantly subsided. Guinevere could do nothing but watch them silently on the side, though her mind was fraught with complicated feelings. “Did you get the doctor?” Weston asked as he walked toward Wendy.

“Of course I did!” Wendy replied. “The doctor said he’s caught a cold. Kids are like this whenever they’re sick, so there’s nothing to worry about.” Weston nodded and said nothing more. As Zack’s crying had now almost completely stopped, Wendy quickly handed him to Weston.

“Don’t you want to try?” she asked.

Weston very rarely ever carried Zack. Although he did take the time out to see him frequently, he remained aloof and distant from the child overall.

Having nothing to do, the nanny suddenly said, “Would you look at that! He’s stopped crying the minute he’s in his father’s arms! Say, he really does look a lot like Mr. Ford, doesn’t he?”

Those words pleased Guinevere to no end.