Mr. Ford is Jealous

Chapter 1168 Weston‘s attention was drawn to the boy as soon as he spoke. 

Because Stella‘s reappearance had been too astounding, he had focused solely on her and Emma. It was only now

that he noticed the little boy beside Stella. 

The boy seemed to be of the same age as Emma. He also looked almost identical to her, although he was evidently

much bolder than the girl. 

When the boy noticed Weston‘s gaze, he looked straight at him and fearlessly demanded, “Please give my sister

back to me!” 

He spoke much more clearly than Emma, though he still uttered each word slowly. He was obviously brought up in a

bilingual environment because he spoke both English and French fluently, switching between the two with ease. 

Weston studied the boy. He already had an idea in mind, but his eyes were perfectly calm, not revealing much

emotion at all. 

“What‘s your name?” he asked, his voice hoarse. 

Elias frowned and turned to Stella. Then he curled his lips and replied, “I might be a child, but my name is still my

privacy. I won‘t tell you that so easily!” 

Weston was dumbfounded, but he showed no sign of irritation. In fact, there was a glimmer of a smile in his eyes

when he asked, “Do you know what privacy means?” “Of course I do!” answered Elias, raising his head to look at

Weston. “Privacy means something that you don‘t want other people to know!” 

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That was, in fact, not what Stella taught him. The truth was, while it might still be a bit too early for the twins, she

had indeed instilled the ideas of safety and self defense into their minds. For example, she told them that all

children had their own privacy and they were forbidden to allow any adult to take off their clothes or touch their

private parts. She had originally intended it as a way to teach them to protect themselves, but Elias had stretched

the concept of privacy beyond the private parts of his body. Now everything that he did not want to talk about had

become a matter of his privacy! 

Elias was a confident and daring boy. He was also a lot cleverer and more obedient than most children, so naturally,

he had been following Stella‘s advice consistently all along. 

Emma, on the other hand, was timid compared to her brother. Although she was generally obedient too, she was

easily influenced and provoked, especially when she was left alone, when she would falter against her own 

good judgment Stella knew that she couldn’t stay by her children‘s side forever, so she wanted to teach them these

things early on. She did not want them to be too sheltered, like flowers in a house of glass –just as she used to be.

She had been so sheltered and protected in her childhood that the first setbacks she encountered completely

shattered her into a thousand pieces. Stella picked Emma up and told Weston, “If there‘s nothing else, we‘re

leaving now.” 

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Then she turned and walked away. 

Weston‘s brows knitted. Before he could speak, he was suddenly interrupted by Daisy, who until then was as good

as invisible. “What a surprise!” she exclaimed. “It‘s been so long since we last saw you, Ms. Sealey! Who would‘ve

thought you‘d have children and they‘d be so grown up!” 

Daisy did her very best to keep her composure, even though her heart was as turbulent as the stormy sea. 

“But since you‘re already here,” she continued, “why don‘t you join us for a meal? We‘re all friends here and,

besides, we‘re all curious about... what happened to you. We‘ll be excited to hear what‘s happened the last few

years and why... why you‘ve never contacted Mr. Ford.” 

She was all politeness, giving off an air of kindness and generosity. 

Nicole could hardly stand looking at Daisy‘s pretentious facade. She knew that Daisy was clearly jealous of her, yet

she was acting all friendly for some reason. She, for one, didn‘t care to put up such a fake performance. She was

no hypocrite. 

“We made a reservation here,” she grumbled with displeasure, “because we wanted to celebrate Mr. Ford‘s

birthday. We didn‘t plan for a dead woman to show up suddenly. If someone like that were to join us, I‘m afraid it

would take all the fun out of the party...” 

Just as she spoke, she could feel an icy gaze directed at her. 

It was Weston. His eyes had always looked cold and indifferent without a trace of emotion, but right now, it was

bitingly, piercingly ruthless. 

His thin lips only parted slightly, but the words he spat out were like sharp icy blades, “Get out.” 

Two short words, yet the air in the restaurant instantly froze, as if they had been transported into a freezer. 

Nicole quickly realized that she had made a huge mistake, regretting her words as soon as she spoke them. 

But it was too late to turn back now. She could see that Weston‘s expressions had changed drastically. With a face

that gradually got paler, she meekly uttered, “I...” 

“Didn‘t you hear me?” Weston barked while unbuttoning the top of his shirt with his long fingers so he could get

some fresh air and breathe a little more easily. “I said, get  out.” 

“Get out now,” he stressed. “And never ever let me see your face again.”