Mr. Ford is Jealous

Chapter 217

Her eyes were crimson, and the old guy in front of her appeared to sense the loss and battle raging within her heart during the brief seconds they shared. People who loved art appeared to have pure hearts. Stella, too, wished she could maintain her innocence, but… 

“The me now really don’t deserve your piano. I know you only make a few pianos in a year. You should leave it for those who deserve it more than me.” Seeing her persistence, Mr. Kennedy waved his hand. “Alright. You can go out.” Stella shut the door and the minute she turned around she saw Weston waiting for her in the corridor. Seeing that her eyes were red, he frowned and walked to her. “Why are you crying?” He gently wiped the tears off her face and said in a heavy tone, “What did Mr. Kennedy say to you?” She shook her head. “Nothing.” Not believing what he heard, Weston walked past her, trying to push the door open. “What are you doing?!” She immediately pulled his hands. He glared coldly and in a chilling tone, said, “Although he’s my teacher, he can’t bully my 

girl.” 

her say

that, ever again.” The original plan was to get Stella a piano but since she didn’t want it, he took her home. Their car sped down the highway.

want to go

to him suddenly. “Don’t