Mr. Ford is Jealous

Chapter 58

The look in his eyes was terrifying.

With the restricted space in the car, Stella could feel the chill in her bones.

She looked coldly at the man before her, and whatever remnant of past affection she had for him instantly vanished. “I said, can you please stop… mm!” Before she could repeat her entire sentence, Weston pressed his fingers against her lips.

His body hovered over hers, almost covering her entire body. There was a split second where he almost wanted to cover her mouth with hers when he heard the words he hated.

Yet, he decided against that and simply put his fingers to her lips with a dark look in his eyes.” Stella Sealey, don’t anger me.”

Their gazes locked.

Stella couldn’t help but tremble.

She clenched her fists, her guard clearly up.

and, as if suddenly losing interest, he

what had happened, Stella knew how unpleasant this man’s

up an unnecessary struggle and decided to settle down, resigned to her fate. She even fastened her seatbelt. Weston saw her movements from the rearview mirror, and the corners of his lips lifted slightly. “You’re pretty good

to get hauled away once again.” She stared straight ahead expressionlessly. “I know very well that I’ll just be doing myself a disservice by pitting myself

screeching of tires pierced through the

hit the seat before her, but she wasn’t injured, thanks

and her gaze landed on a pair of cold, dark eyes. She tried to suppress the anger rising in her

Ford’s driving skills

and threw out a casual remark instead of

the top button of his shirt, “As long as my skills in the bedroom are enough to satisfy

“You…”

completely taken aback that he would say something like that.” Weston Ford, are you mad? You have a wife and a child. Don’t you find yourself disgusting for saying something like

silent and focused on driving the silvery black Cullinan pulling forward at breakneck

leaned his arm on