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Mr. Ford is Jealous

Chapter 1043
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Chapter 1043 

“I‘m sure even Lucas is hiding something from you,” Dr. Quirk added. 

“Impossible!” Yvonne refuted instantly. “Lucas and I grew up together! I know absolutely everything about him!” 

“Are you sure?” Dr. Quirk chuckled, which sounded suggestive. 

Yvonne frowned as soon as she noticed his expression. 

me?!” 

“Hey!” Dr. Quirk laughed and put up his hands in the air. “How did we end up talking about this? Weren‘t you just

asking me about Stella Sealey?” 

“I was asking about Stella,” complained Yvonne, “but you kept skirting around the subject. You‘re clearly not willing

to tell me the truth!” 

Dr. Quirk shook his head. Then, he smiled and asked, “Do you mind if I smoke here?”. 

“Yes!” Yvonne replied bluntly. “I absolutely do mind! I 

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hate the smell!” 

“Seriously,” Dr. Quirk burst into laughter again. “Lucas is probably the only man who can stand that horrid temper

of yours!” 

“Well,” she grumbled, seeing that she could not tease any information out of him. “I don‘t need anyone else but

him to be able to stand me, so I‘m perfectly fine with that!” 

“Don‘t worry too much,” Dr. Quirk assured her, knowing that she was still concerned about Stella. “I‘m sure Weston

will protect her.” 

“I know he will,” Yvonne sighed, “but he still can‘t just cut her off from the rest of the world!” 

No one had been able to meet or contact Stella –neither before nor after the incident. Surely, Stella would need a

friend to comfort her and be by her side at a time like this, especially after she had taken such a serious blow. 

Could Weston‘s action of keeping her isolated really be good for Stella? 

It was already very late at night when Weston was on his way back to the Stardust Mansion. Joan had called him 

many times, but he had been busy dealing with all kinds of things, and he couldn‘t answer them. 

“Mr. Ford...” 

Joan spoke quietly, as if trying to prevent someone else from hearing her. 

Weston’s brows knitted, sensing that something was wrong with Joan‘s tone of voice. He signaled the driver to keep

driving and asked Joan, “What‘s wrong?” 

Joan glanced furtively in the direction of the bedroom before responding, “Are you with Miss Cohen right now?” 

As she spoke, she tiptoed slowly to the living room, trying her best not to let Stella overhear her. 

She was on her phone earlier, scrolling through the Moments section, when she came across a photo that

Guinevere posted recently. 

She had added Guinevere into her circle a long time ago. In fact, it was Guinevere who wanted to add Joan into her

circle first, citing that she wanted to keep in contact with the housekeeping staff because she might need their help

in the future. Joan did not think much of this at the time and just accepted her friend request. 

Still, Joan was always very cautious whenever she posted 

anything on Moments, ensuring she never revealed any information about Stella and Weston. Despite that, she

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would still browse through Guinevere‘s posts every now and then, but she never expected to see a post like this — a

photo clearly showing Guinevere with Weston together. She was leaning against him. The photo was accompanied

by the following words: 

– 

“It has been such a harrowing time, but I‘m lucky to have you by my side.” 

Joan froze in shock for a moment when she first saw that. 

It could be said that it would only make sense for Weston to be with Guinevere since their son had just died. After

all, they were still Zachary‘s biological parents. 

But Joan was only human, and it was only natural that she would be biased. It was only natural that Joan took

Stella‘s side. 

Stella hadn‘t eaten anything for the entire day, cooping up in her room the whole time. Joan wished Weston would

hurry home to check up on Stella. 

“Mr. Ford,” Joan began earnestly. “Mrs. Ford hadn‘t eaten or drank anything for the entire day, not even a sip of

water...”