Mr. Ford Is Jealouss by Boad

Chapter 97
Guinevere did not think Wendy would say something like that to her!
She knew Wendy did not like her very much, but she did not expect her to express it so clearly. After Wendy left, Guinevere felt
uncomfortable and fidgeted around. She wanted to call Weston, only to realize that she had broken her phone.
She looked at her empty hands. For the first time, they felt so cold, unable to grasp anything.
When Wendy returned to her room, she glanced at the man leaning against the bed. She said nothing as she sat in front of the
dresser and did her skincare routines.
When she was young, she was a famous beauty. Her incomparable beauty was almost the best in the entertainment industry.
However, she left the scene too early and married Chris during the peak of her popularity. Now, Guinevere was crowned as the
most popular and beautiful person.
The more beautiful a woman was, the more arrogant she would become. Wendy was no exception.
She had loved only one man in her life. Her requirements for love, however, were more demanding than she could have
imagined. Chris and Wendy had always been in love. However, as time passed, their flame and affection gradually faded and
had since disappeared. They were both almost half a century old now, and all that was left were habits.
No matter how stunning she once was, no matter how she wanted to stop time, she could not conceal the sign of old age
anymore. Chris was a good-looking man. Otherwise, he would not have caught Wendy’s eyes in the first place.
The world had always been a little more forgiving with men. Chris might be older now with fine wrinkles on his face, but there
were always people who did not mind.
Men were attractive in many ways. Money, status, power, and even the maturity of older men were charming enough. However, it
was different for women.
Wendy might be rich and beautiful, but her age could turn-off many men.
Wendy closed her eyes. She got up and walked to the window.
Chris heard the movement and looked at her. He smiled gently, “Why do you seem unhappy recently? Do you want to take some
time off?”

Wendy did not say anything. She lifted the quilt and lay next to him. “Guinevere just gave birth. If we two go out to have fun,
people will laugh at us.”
Chris stiffened a little when Wendy talked about Guinevere.
After a moment of silence, he said, “What does it have to do with us? Weston should handle all of these!”
Wendy sneered. “You should know that your good son hasn’t come home for days. Guinevere can’t reach him at all. Say, why is
he becoming more and more defiant? Guinevere has already given birth to his son. Look at him. He’s giving her the cold
treatment! Why is he acting like the child isn’t his...”
As soon as she said that, a loud noise of something getting torn came from Chris’s hand...
Wendy opened her eyes and noticed that Chris had torn the newspaper in half. “What’s wrong?”
Chris returned to his senses and gave her a stern look. “How can you say that? How can Zack not be Weston’s son? You must
be thinking nonsense!” Wendy said nothing and glanced at him several times. Chris avoided her probing glance and turned off
the light. “Stop overthinking and go to sleep.” Steady breathing evened beside him in the dark. Chris suddenly opened his eyes.
His mind was filled with the events of that night two years ago. After that night, his relationship with Weston deteriorated badly
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