Mr. Ford is Jealous

Chapter 70

Stella sighed and said nothing. With her head lowered, she pushed the flint on the metal lighter. Aflame materialized, Weston slowly moved the cigar towards the flame. His eyes were fixed on Stella as he leaned over.

White smoke rose from the cigar’s tip as it caught the flame. The tobacco sizzled slightly as it burned. The flame illuminated Weston’s face, rendering his features even more striking. At such a close distance, Stella could clearly discern the stark edges of his strong jawline. She wanted to look away but was firmly held in place by Weston.

Weston maintained his intense gaze on Stella’s face. He didn’t look away as he smoked the

cigar. He took a deep huff and released a cloud of thick rolling smoke onto her face.

Stella coughed immediately. Her eyes reddened, and tears started to form in the corners of her eyes. She covered her mouth with her hand, but it was shoved away by Weston.

He tried to look at her. He tried to look at her whole face without missing the smallest trace of emotion. He liked watching her this way. He liked watching the emotions on her face that he caused

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his collarbone. He sat there without saying anything, yet a cold aura

his mood had drastically improved. His face might still be emotionless,

that, they all knew not to mess around with Stella from then

find

He was well-known in the elite circle for being indifferent to sex and alcohol. All his life, there had only

had publicly announced their engagement. There were even rumors that their son was born not too long ago. There had not been any announcement of a wedding yet, but everyone just assumed

reality, less than honorable. They had a tacit rule among them — fool around as much as you like,

or what he did, the people here would sweep everything under the rug and never let a

Mr. Ford well,” she whispered in Stella’s ear. “As long as you keep him happy, all your

“You…”