Mr. Ford Is Jealous

Chapter 931

Stella knew that he was making things difficult for her because she attempted to escape the wedding.

But now that things had come to this point, there was no use explaining herself further.

She just hoped that he would not implicate another innocent person.

Spring was upon them, and it felt relatively warm in the garden.

The golden sunlight shone on the two as they stood facing each other, creating an ethereally stunning scene.

Weston looked into her eyes, his golden brown eyes reflecting the light from the sun.

He lifted his hand, and the handcuffs between them clanked noisily.

He caressed her cheeks tenderly with his handcuffed palm. "I suppose I don't need to remind you about what happens after the wedding ceremony." Stella's eyes shifted.

Her other hand hung weakly by her side. A moment later, she lifted it and held his ring finger. "Are we going to the room right now? The guests..." Before she completed her sentence, Weston carried her in his arms and strode off.

Henry shifted out of the shadows in his wheelchair in a dark corner

He shook his head, and he looked at their retreating figures.

He was about to return to the hotel when he saw a familiar face, and his brows furrowed.

He sat right there without moving.

The person clearly hadn't spotted him as she charged in his direction. Turning a corner, she crashed right into his wheelchair.

Screech!

The wheelchair screeched sharply and moved backward a few meters.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Angelina collapsed on the floor and realized that she had bumped into someone. She apologized profusely. "I'm so sorry! I wasn't looking..." She was looking for the washroom but had ended up in the garden Because she was in a rush, she started sprinting and accidentally bumped into Henry.

The wheelchair moved back quickly, and she immediately crawled up from the ground and rushed to grab the handle of the wheelchair. "Are you all right?"

Panting heavily, she looked down at the man's face and held her breath

This man looked so captivating,

His beauty was almost unreal, his face pale as a vampire's, with sharper and more delicate features than most women.

Thin veins were visible below his fair skin, and his ethereal beauty made her speechless.

"You..."

Henry was equally stunned as he stared at the face that looked so hauntingly like Faye's.

That day, when he bumped into her on the streets, he almost lost his senses.

He thought that Faye had returned, but when he calmed down and investigated things, he realized they were simply two people who looked like each other.

Such a coincidence was impossible, and he wasn't as lucky as Weston, in which both Stella and Ella turned out to be the same person.

Angelina was completely dumbfounded.

Looks were of utmost importance to her. Although she had once admired Weston's looks, he was so cold and domineering that she could hardly look him straight in the eye. The man before her was in stark contrast to Weston. He looked rather like a sickly beauty.

With a demonic streak, she spoke her thoughts aloud, unable to hold back her praises for him.

Henry furrowed his brows.

He looked at the achingly familiar face fawning over him, and a wave of disgust overwhelmed him. "Have you seen enough? If so, please release your hands."

Faye wouldn't act like her, staring at him so longingly until her eyes almost popped.

Indeed, they were two different people.