Mr. Ford Is Jealous novel Chapter 899

Chapter 899

Weston frowned. 

“We’ll keep it a secret from her for the time being,” he said. 

“But even if no one tells her,” argued Ben, “she‘ll still find out when she sees Guinevere Cohen at the wedding.” 

Weston knew that too, of course. 

“I won‘t let her be there,” he said coldly. 

“But didn‘t you just promise Mr. Warren that you‘d let her attend?” 

“I did,” Weston replied. “I promised that I would let her attend. However, whether she attends or not is her problem.” 

Ben fell silent for a moment before he finally responded . “You don‘t mean that you‘ll...” 

“It‘s a long journey from her house to the wedding location,” Weston explained. “It‘ll be unsurprising if an accident were to happen on the way.” 

Ben‘s mouth was agape when he finally understood Weston‘s plan. 

“That is a clever plan indeed...” he marveled. 

Not only would it appease Mr. Warren Ford and pacify the Cohen family, but it would also teach Guinevere a lesson for daring to make such an outrageous request. 

Weston had managed to kill not two but three birds with one stone! 

Stella had been in a grim mood ever since she returned from Warren‘s manor. 

She knew that no matter what happened, Guinevere would always hold a special place in Weston‘s heart. What shocked her, however, was how overly confident she was of herself. If Weston could agree to such an absurd request, it must mean that he did, at the very least, care about what she felt! 

Even if she had any doubts about running away during the wedding, they were all quelled now. She knew one thing for sure –she had to run away and escape Weston, no matter what. 

“Where were you the day Roger was sent to the hospital ?” she finally plucked up her courage to ask. 

She never should‘ve been bothered with this, but stil... 

She quietly sneered at herself. 

Weston rested his chin on her shoulder. He seemed perfectly calm as he playfully nibbled her ear lobe. 

“I had some business to attend to,” he replied. “Why do you ask?” 

“What kind of business?” she asked again, insistent on getting a definite answer. 

She then turned down the heat to low and turned around to look at him before continuing, “I remember that you were gone for a long time that day. Was it something serious?” 

He swept her hair behind her ears and stroked her face. “Why do you ask all of a sudden, hmm?”