Mr. Ford Is Jealous novel Chapter 961

Chapter 961 

"He's treating her like a bird in the golden cage,” said Xavier in a disapproving tone in an exclusive club.

He lit up a cigarette and took a drag on it.

The sound of billiard balls colliding with each other filled the air.

The whole place was vivacious.It had been a long time since Weston last came to this kind of place.

Even the billiard hall owner found it curious.

“Why hadn’t Mr.Ford been out having fun after getting married?” he asked Xavier.

Everyone there knew that the woman Weston Ford married was not Guinevere Cohen but the woman that he had brought here to play snooker with him in the past.Yet none of them would have expected that he would be missing from this place after getting married.

“What’s wrong?” Xavier countered him with a smile.

“So what if he's not here? I'm here, aren't I? Am I not bringing a good enough business to you?” 

“I didn’t mean that atall, Mr.Xavier! You're always joking with me!” Xavier said nothing in reply.

Daisy was right next to him and was quietly pouring him a drink.

Seeing that he brought up Weston and Stella, she asked in a casual tone, “Why hasn’t MrWeston brought Stella out anywhere lately?” 

"Who knows?” Xavier tapped his cigarette.

"He went through all those troubles just to get that woman, yet now that he’s finally got her, all he does is tuck her away at home." He sniggered, then added, "Only Weston would treat a woman like a precious treasure.Is he worried that we'd forget that?"

 He blurted out those words in front of Daisy without a care in the world.

Daisy was well aware that Xavier was not the kind of man who would prioritize women above everything else in his life.

Nevertheless, he had been treating her very well And so Daisy remained silent as she dropped a slice of lemon into his drink and handed it over to Xavier.He preferred his drinks that way.

Xavier put out his cigarette and took a sip of the drink from Daisy.The high alcohol content made him squint.

“You're back.” She said the exact same words without the slightest change or variation as if she were a robot programmed to say certain words and do whatever she was asked.

“Mm,” Weston responded in a low voice before picking her up into his arms from the swing.

Stella complied and held his neck for support.He then carried her from the back garden to the master bedroom upstairs.

She sat down on the bed with both feet resting on the floor.

Weston began taking off his suit jacket.

His thin lips were tightly pursed, and his expression was inscrutable.

His words, however, were nowhere near as calm as his actions.

“What have you told Hayden Quirk?” he asked.

“Why did he seem so eager to help you?” As he spoke, he pulled out the belt around his waist.