Mr. Ford is Jealous

Chapter 163

Stella was startled at first, but she quickly regained her composure. “Are we starting now?” she asked. Stella’s words might sound vague, but Weston knew exactly what she meant. The desire that had cropped up in him just now completely dissipated in a moment. “I don’t have the mood now even if you begged for it!” he snapped, shoving Stella away. 

Weston then dashed back into the bedroom and slammed the door shut. 

Stella stared at the closed door silently with disbelief. The night was still young. The television in the living room was still on. Stella walked towards the sofa and was about to sit down when a commercial starring Guinevere Cohen came up. The sight incited a complicated mix of feelings in Stella’s heart. Her eyes were glued on the woman on the screen. Scenes from the past flashed across her eyes. 

Stella leaned against the backrest, grabbed a pillow, and curled up on the sofa. She was wearing a long white cotton dress. Her long hair fell softly on her shoulders. The moonlight that shone on her dainty face made her skin look translucent. She was utterly perplexed. Weston had treated her so cruelly because of Guinevere in the past, so why would he lock Stella up in their former home and not allow her to leave now? 

that he really missed those

the thought. She picked up the remote and turned off the television then lay down on the

now

there at all the whole night. He did

and tossed the blanket aside, got up from his bed and stomped into the living room

She scrunched up her nose like a tiny creature that was braving the cold. She didn’t even have a blanket on her, only a small pillow that was hugging tightly. The burning aroger inside him frittered away at the sight of her fragile figure. He kneeled down in front of her and caressed her face with his long singers, s ythes dhorce,

might

looked pale and fragile, yet she surprisingly possessed incredible tenacity. Weston felt that perhaps there was nothing wrong with them going on like this. Stella might disagree now, but anything could change with time. He was a patient hunter who now had his prey right in his trap, what was wrong with letting