Mr. Ford Is Jealous

Chapter 35

“Can you believe this guy?” grumbled Yvonne. She shot a glare at Lucas. “He’s always like that. He never talks. All he cares about is reading medical journals all day… Please don’t mind the nerd, Ella!” Stella chuckled.

“You two make such a great pair!” she exclaimed.

“You think so?” Yvonne replied. She seemed a little surprised, though it was obvious that Stella’s words pleased her very much. “I guess you’ve got a keen eye after all!” She poked her husband with an elbow as she spoke, adding, “Ella thinks we make a great couple. What do you think?”

“Whatever makes you happy,” Lucas replied without even looking up from his tablet. Yvonne was all too happy to let Lucas’s lukewarm reply ruin her mood. Hence, she just turned her attention to Stella and continued chatting with her for the rest of the journey. In almost no time, they reached their destination, where Stella found herself at a lofty mansion. She wondered why rich people loved living in mansions so much. In fact, this mansion was even slightly bigger than Stardust Mansion.

Once she stepped out of the car, Stella was about to get her bags from the trunk when Yvonne held her arm and stopped her. “Just let the driver deal with them, Ella!” she told Stella. Yvonne had always been cheerful and affable with everyone at work, but Stella was still pleasantly surprised that she would treat her so cordially in private. As Yvonne gleefully led Stella into the house with a spring in her step, Lucas followed them from behind slowly and calmly.

“Take it easy, Yvonne,” he warned. “Your injury’s just healed not too long ago. If you sprain your ankle again, you’ll have to take care of it yourself because I won’t bother myself with you anymore.”

Yvonne stopped in her tracks and glared at Lucas. She said nothing but still slowed down as her husband suggested. “That guy acts like he’s my father,” she complained to Stella in a whisper. “He’s

always nagging about everything!” Stella said nothing and merely chuckled, envying how lucky a woman like Yvonne was.

Lucas was a doctor who was completely dedicated to his career. Because of his relatively young age, he hadn’t accumulated much experience and reputation, but his intelligence, excellent education, incredible talent, and maturity more than made up for that. Unsurprisingly, he stood out from his peers, consequently swamping him with work. Even when he was home, he would spend most of his time buried in his study, dealing with work-related matters.

Once they got inside, Yvonne gave Stella a complete tour of the mansion before she took her to a guest bedroom,

“You’ll be staying here for a few days,” she told Stella. “I’ve asked the maid to get it ready for

you.”

Yvonne then put siella’s things away in the closet and led her out to the back garden, where they hung out and chatted. When it was around time for dinner, Lucas instructed a maid to inform them that the guests were already there,

Yvonne brought Stella to her bedroom so they could change, Although she had asked Stella to help her choose some nice clothes, it had all been Yvonne who had done the choosing, no Thanks to her splendid sense of style. She even chose a dress for Stella, who initially refused, but caved in since Yvonne just wouldn’t take no for an answer.

Stella’s dress was a simple champagne silk slip dress. At a glance, it looked plain and minimalist, but because of the high-quality materials employed and exceptionally well tailoring, it complemented Stella’s body shape exquisitely. Coupled with her fair, delicate skin, she looked positively radiant,

Even Yvonne was stunned by Stella’s transformation. She stared at Stella in awe after she had changed into her dress.

“Clothes maketh the woman indeed!” she exclaimed, “You really should dress up more ollen, Ella!)

Yvonne had always known that Stella was pretty most dancers were anyway. But Stella had always dressed so plainly that she’d never noticed how captivating Stella’s ligure and facial features were

“I guess I just never had the time..,” mumbled Stella as she checked herself in the mirror, a little astonished at her own transformation,

Ever since her parents died, she had to grow up overnight and had since lost all interest in dressing, up. On the rare occasions that she did, it was lo merely look professional and presentable enough to get a good job.

She did think of sprucing up her looks after marrying, Weston, but he didn’t seem to care about anything, save for that business in bed. Stella didn’t want to get herself worked up for nothing, so she didn’t give the matter a second thought