Mr. Ford Is Jealous novel Chapter 897

Chapter 897

Despite what she said, Stella had a hunch that Weston would never agree to such an outrageous request. Besides, their troubled past had been the talk of the town–everybody knew of the horrible things Guinevere had done to Stella in the past. What would they think if they found out that Guinevere was invited to the wedding? 

They would all mock Stella, for sure. 

She knew that whatever feeling Weston had for her was not true love and that it was just a short–lived infatuation, at most. But even so, she was sure that he wouldn‘t agree to something that would cause her so much embarrassment… 

Warren smiled. There was an inexplicable trace of sympathy in that smile. 

“Then how about I call him right now,” he suggested , looking straight at Stella. “And ask him if he would let Guinevere come to the wedding?” 

Stella merely nodded. What else could she do? 

“If he agrees, then I have no further objection.” 

Warren then got his phone and called Weston, who quickly answered it. 

Stella stayed silent as they spoke. 

“Weston,” Warren softly began while stroking his beard. “How is everything going at work?” 

There was no ambient noise from Weston‘s end of the line. He was probably in his office. 

“Everything‘s going well, Grandpa.” 

“Good,” Warren nodded with contentment. “I can rest easy now that Ford Corporation is in your hands.” 

He paused, then asked, “How‘s the preparation for your wedding with Ella?” 

“Everything‘s ready.” 

attend your wedding. Her family assured me she would not cause trouble this time.” 

Weston frowned. 

“I don‘t think that would be appropriate,” he quickly replied. 

Stella sighed in relief as soon as she heard him. Then she caught her reaction and found it amusing. She never wanted to marry Weston anyway, and she knew there was no way this wedding would happen, so why did it bother her so much that Guinevere wanted to be there? Why should she care? 

Perhaps Weston had been treating her very well lately, which made her warm up to him a little. 

“I understand,” Warren replied, completely unsurprised by Weston‘s reply. “It‘s perfectly normal to be concerned about this, but you must remember that the Cohen family has been our important ally for many years. I can‘t just refuse her parents‘ request outright, you see...” 

“Besides,” Warren persisted, “their family had relented to so much at this point. How can we refuse their one simple request?” 

“Grandpa,” Weston interjected somberly. “This is not a simple request. It‘s my wedding.