Mr. Ford is Jealous

Chapter 69

It seemed that Stella couldn’t get away that easily now. She would have to adapt as best as she could

Weston was one of the last to get inside the private lounge. It wasn’t that he intended to keep everyone waiting, but those people wouldn’t dare to keep him waiting, so everyone hurried inside before he did.

The man who had been so bold and vicious in front of her was completely changed when facing Weston. He was now grinning obsequiously as he held out a cigar.

“Would you like one, Mr. Ford?” he asked. Weston glanced at him briefly and took the cigar, holding it between his fingers. He then sat down in the middle of the sofa, resting his long arms on the backrest. His muscular forearms were on show as the cigar swayed between his fingers. The man smiled when he saw that his offering was accepted. “Allow me to light it,” he said before pulling out a lighter and kneeling in front of Weston. But before he could light the cigar, Weston stared coldly at him and hissed, “You?” The man was confused, so he just nodded. Weston smirked and snorted. “You’re spoiling my mood,” he told the man He then stretched his body languidly, giving off an inexplicably sinister vibe. He squinted and focused his gaze on Stella. It was a simple gesture, but the man immediately understood Weston’s intentions. “I understand, Mr. Ford!” he said as he stood back up. He turned towards Stella as if a mask had fallen off his face. The smile vanished instantly, replaced by a severe and condescending look. “What are you waiting for?” he barked. “Get over here and light Mr. Ford’s cigar!” Stella’s face got paler and paler. She slowly walked toward Weston and stood silently right in front of him.

a good look at her. When

immediately understood what he

showing any emotions. She took a deep breath

cigar to light it, but Weston suddenly withdrew his hand, bringing the

up at Weston. She glared straight into

ever so slightly. “So you’re not willing to see me,” he whispered in a voice

like a hot knife. She took another deep breath, and her nails dug into her

explained as calmly as she could. “I have no idea how things turned out this