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Mr. Ford Is Jealous by Boat of Peaches Chapter 947
Chapter 947 In short, an ordinary person would be no match for Angelina Weston paused a little and glanced at
Henryonce.
He was not interested in Faye and only remembered her as Henry's bodyguard.
As a bodyguard , Faye was a skilled fighter. Responsible for caringfor Henry, she was much
tougher than the average woman. Henry understood the look in Weston's eyes. He closed his
eyes and ordered Angelina to leave. "Put down the things and leave." Angelina felt a little
restrained. Seeing that she wasn't welcomed, she nodded and agreed to leave. ‘ Then I'll be
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtgoing... If you need any follow-up on the medical bills, I..," "Why aren't you leaving yet?" Henry
opened his eyes and looked impatient. Angelina pursed her lips and turned around to leave. If
she hadn't made mistakes, she wouldn't have endured his temper. After the door of the ward
was closed, Weston turned to Henry and asked, "Are you sure she's not the one you're looking
for?" Henry seemed a little conflicted himself. He lay in bed, looking exhausted. "I don't know
either... Her upbringing and family seem perfect, though she's not Faye." "It's not hard to fake a
person's life." Weston reminded him, "Before the engagement party, everyone believed that Ella
wasn't Stella." Henry hesitated a little. "But she's different. If she's Faye ... Why does she look at
me like a complete stranger?" Faye would've certainly been angry with him. It was unsurprising
that she pretended not to know him, but she wasn't enough of a natural actor to fool the man.
Henry failed to find a single trace of the past in Angelina's eyes, but everything about Angelina
kept reminding him of Faye. Weston stood up. "It's time." Henry said, "You're a real good friend
of mine." Weston smiled and said nothing. He did not stay. Zeta's office was downstairs. He
expected her session with Zeta to be over when he went down. When he arrived , he found
Stella picking a potted plant on the balcony, looking distracted. "What's wrong? Are you unwell?"
Weston wrapped his arm around her waist and frowned because she tried to retreat. "Why are
your hands so cold?" Stella pulled her hands away reflexively. "I'm fine..." Her voice trembled
slightly. When she thought of the voice in her head earlier, she felt a little weak seeing Weston's
face. What was going on in her subconscious? Did she want to kill him? Weston furrowed his
brows harder. He swept his gaze over the pot of Oleander behind her and pulled her away
silently. "If you're fine, why are you shaking?" Stella shook her head. 'Tm really fine..." Weston
was clearly unconvinced and looked at her intently. Stella breathed a sigh. "Earlier, Dr. Taylor
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmsaid my problem might be psychological." Weston did not seem surprised. "Well, what's her
plan?" "She recommended getting a detailed examination first. Once we rule out any physical
problems, I should see a psychiatrist..." "Okay." After that, Zeta came over and changed out of
her coat." I'm off work now. Shall I introduce you to some good psychiatrists?" Weston
responded, "No. I'll take care of it." "Alright then." Zeta nodded. She thought about Weston's
powerful family and guessed that he must have access to plenty of good doctors. So after a
detailed examination, the results came back. As expected, the problem wasn't physical. Weston
looked at the test report. "I'll get a psychiatrist to come to the house tonight." Stella did not
expect that the problem was psychological. She let out a hum and suddenly thought of
something , then tugged at the corner of her mouth and muttered," Will I become like Guinevere
someday?" Trapped in her insatiable obsession, Guinevere had finally spiraled down into a
hysterical and vicious woman who strove to reach her goals, no matter the cost.
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