Mr. Ford Is Jealous novel Chapter 964

Chapter 964 

Stella did not react much to it. "Is he spending a lot of time with Guinevere these days?” She mumbled, “It doesn't matter.That’s his own business.It’s out of my hands.”

 “But…I’m afraid Ms.Cohen has still not given up on him!” Joan said that and glanced at the ankle cuffs on Stella’s feel with mixed feelings.

Although Stella was Weston's legitimate wife — she had also been one once, there were simply too many women eyeing him outside.

Even if Guinevere seemed to have settled down recently, who knew what she had in mind? Joan was really worried for Stella.

If Stella could give in to Weston and plead for mercy, she was sure he would forgive her with his affection for her.

Stella simply smiled.

“Thank you, Joan.I know you care for me.But this is my own matter.I know what to do...” Joan could only nod helplessly upon seeing her reaction.

“ I shall leave you alone then.”

 “Sure, go to sleep now.” After she left, Stella went to the balcony.

The rows of potted plants were all quietly slumbering.

She first walked to the snow rose and observed it : carefully, then she walked to the oleander and stared at the flower bud that was about to open.

"It will bloom in a few days..." She thought that although oleander was very poisonous, she should still increase the dose just in case.

A thick black mist suddenly appeared beside her ear, transforming into a person as small as her and whispering hoarsely.

“Yes, that’s it…He locks you in a cage like an animal and cuffs you like a criminal.Why should you be so submissive and accepting? Wait until the flowers bloom, then kill him!Kill him, and it will be all over!" Stella heard the woman urging in her ears.

To her, time in this mansion felt like it was standing still.

Weston had finally driven out everything in her life, leaving her entire world in his hands.

“It's been so quiet in the mansion lately...” Stella spoke to the plant as she watered it.

She muttered to herself and even hummed.

“Don't you think it's been such a long time since anyone talked? Is it because of Weston’s anger that everyone is afraid to talk In front of her, the peaceful and quiet potted plant remained as it was, and no one answered her words.

She didn’t need anyone to answer her, though.She could simply talk to the air by herself.

“I had a dream last night, and I think I dreamed about my baby.It was a little girl, wearing a pink princess dress.”