Mr. Ford Is Jealous novel Chapter 674

Chapter 674

Weston put away his phone, leaned over slightly, and with one shot, he cleared the table directly. 

Xavier was stunned and immediately clapped his hands.” Your skills are unmatched.” 

He walked to him, looked at the scene in front of him, and sighed, “Are you determined to win a meal from me?” 

Weston didn’t say a word but walked to the bar and took a sip of the champagne. The white sportswear highlighted his tall figure and flexed the tight muscles on his arms. 

The waitress on the side stared at him a few times, then quickly looked away, feeling a blush creep on her face. 

Whenever Weston came, it would be a feast for their eyes. 

Usually, the men who came there were middle-aged, fat, and disgusting. Men with charming faces like Weston often stood out from the crowd and attracted attention. 

Weston leaned against the bar, took out his phone, and glanced at it again. On the screen, it was shown that Stella was walking in the corridor with another man, who seemed to be her colleague. 

He thought of the male voice that had suddenly interrupted his conversation with Stella earlier, and his eyes darkened slightly. 

From the picture, both were keeping their distance. 

But the man’s hands were on her cheek, as if trying to fix her hair. 

The action was so loving. 

And Stella didn’t even push him away. 

After taking a few more glances, he deleted the photo and threw his phone on the table, making a loud noise. 

Fascination was written all over his eyes as he stared at Weston. Stella was indeed different to him. 

Because of her, he had received a beating from Weston last time. 

Although there was competition between both, they rarely spoke about it. They were frenemies, as one would say. Yet that was the first time Weston had fought with him for another person. “Don’t blame me for not reminding you— Zachary’s birthday party is coming soon. I’m pretty sure the Cohen family is up to something. You should hide your precious Ella. Otherwise, there will be trouble coming for her.” 

“Are you reminding me or warning me?” Weston threw away the things in his hand, turned to get his phone, and glanced at the time before saying, “I’ll give you a piece of advice: Don’t be too interested in her.” 

“Or else?” Xavier looked at him calmly. 

The man didn’t answer but downed the whole glass of champagne in one gulp. “You can try to find out the consequences of angering me.” 

Xavier stared at Weston’s figure slowly walking away, and a somewhat ironic sneer appeared on his face.