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Mr. Ford is Jealous

Chapter 132
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Guinevere felt great pressure as she stepped inside and began to worry, but she never showed it.

Dr. Quirk, on the other hand, saw straight through her and grinned. “Relax. It’s just a routine check-up.”

She flashed him a tight-lipped grin but felt much more apprehensive than before.

The minute she came inside, she realized that the place was colder than usual. Dr. Quirk was smiling at

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her, but she had the impression that his eyes could see straight through her. Both men sat in front of her.

“Mr. Ford, I read your report earlier, and I found that certain parts were fascinating,” Dr.

Quirk said to Weston.

His brows furrowed into a frown, and he seemed hesitant.

Weston didn’t say anything as he stared at him calmly. “Don’t beat around the bush.”

Dr. Quirk smiled and tapped on the table lightly. “Let’s talk about the problems with your fiancée.”

Guinevere’s heartbeat quickened when she heard this. “How would you know my problem if I haven’t

done a check-up yet?”

“Well, it’s because the two of you have already performed the standard tests. Ms. Cohen, I believe you

also completed several questionnaires, on which I made my estimation. By the way, Mr. Ford informed

me you’ve had memory loss issues in the past, right?” Guinevere’s eyes widened, and she leapt from her

seat when she heard this. “I’ve never had that issue before!”

Then, she turned to Weston. “Why did you bring me here? I never lost my memory before.” Weston

looked at her with a frown, his voice firm. “Sit down, Gwen.” Her fists tightened, and for the first time, she

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disobeyed him. “I don’t want to do a check-up. There’s nothing wrong with me!” Before she could

continue, he interrupted her. “If there’s nothing wrong with you, then let him do it.”

She closed her eyes tightly. Her eyelashes shook from her heavy breathing, and her eyes were red with

tears pooling in them. “Do I really have to do this?”

“This is simply a pre-marriage check-up, as you mentioned. It’s just a routine check; it’s all part of the

process.”