Mr. Ford is Jealous

Chapter 667

Chapter 667 “If I don’t head over earlier to prepare, other people might see these marks. How will I explain myself then?”
“There’s no need to explain yourself to anyone,” Weston found a hairdryer and switched it on.
A gust of warm air blew out of it as he combed his fingers through her wet hair.
Stella could only stand in front of him obediently, letting him have his way with her.
After he was finally done drying her hair, she grabbed her bag and was ready to charge out of the apartment. Weston stood at the door and pressed her shoulders down. “You really don’t need me to send you there?”
“No need, just the driver will do.” Stella hurriedly changed into a pair of shoes.
Weston carried her up, crouched down, and sat her on one of his knees. He used his other hand to put a show on her feet. “So clumsy.”
Stella’s feet were hauled off the ground, and she found herself sitting on his thigh the next moment.

Their body sizes stood in stark contrast.
Her whole body was securely nestled in his arms. She
instinctively reached out to hold onto his arm to stabilize herself, and she could feel his firm muscles through her palm. They were like bands of steel that held her in place.
Stella lowered her head to see Weston helping her with her shoes. She stood up and said, ‘Thank you. I’ll be off then.”
Weston pulled her wrist and looked down at her. He didn’t say a word but was clearly hinting at something . Stella pursed her lips and turned around slowly. She stood on tiptoes and kissed the corner of his lips. “Will this do?”
Weston lowered his head and captured her lips in a kiss.
A moment later, he released a panting Stella. “That’ll do.”
The movie’s filming phase was soon ending, and the crew’s atmosphere was slightly different than usual, more solemn. Stella arrived one and a half hours earlier than scheduled, but there were already people beginning preparation work.
She didn’t have much time and was soon ready for her make-up and hair as she sat there waiting for the make up artist. “Here so early today?”
The make-up artist carried her briefcase into the room
and was shocked to see Stella. “Bradley isn’t even here
yet.”
Stella looked at herself through the mirror. “I’m slightly nervous, so I wanted to come early and run through my lines once more and find that feeling. I’d hate to delay everyone’s progress.”
The make-up artist was in awe of her professionalism.“ Since you’re the first to arrive, I’ll help you with your make-up first.”
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