Mr. Ford is Jealous

Chapter 724

For some reason, Weston was particularly gentle that night.

Like any other hot-blooded man, Weston would turn savage when he was engrossed in lust and desire. Perhaps it was akin to a primal instinct, but in those passionate moments, he would completely lose all rationality as he plundered and looted no holds barred.

No matter how much he cared about Stella’s feelings and tried to be careful, he would be absolutely unrestrained and even beastly at the peak of his pleasure.

But that night, as he pinned her against the bathroom wall, Stella could feel a streak of warm tenderness amidst his ferocity. He placed his large hand on her flat belly, and the warmth from his hand flowed continuously onto her skin, partially shielding her from the cold tiles on the wall.

Stella pressed her against his chest while the front of her body clung to the icy wall, creating a stark contrast of fiery passion on one side and chilling hardness on the other.

“Gently, please…” she begged after a while when she could no longer bear it anymore.

He gathered up her hair and kissed the nape of her neck before asking, “Do you like Zach a lot?”

clenched her fist. It was already hard enough to bear the brunt of his carnal desire, but he just had to spoil her mood further by mentioning Zach. “What made you think that I like Zach?” she asked. “You always shunned him in the past,” he replied, his words punctuated by occasional huffing and puffing, “but you seem to be getting along really well with him just

to steady her voice, so it didn’t tremble too much when she told

her rest against his chest as he stared fixedly at her face, even as she closed

can be our child if that’s what you want,” he told her. Stella pursed her lips and adamantly stayed silent. She knew exactly what he meant-he

could she ever agree

instruction. It was the only thing that stopped her from outright refusing him. Right now, all she

teeth and endure the full force of his

woke up very late because her alarm clock did not go off on time

of

the morning, the air was not as bitingly

her shoulders, exposing the fresh hickeys on her body and the fading ones. She glanced at them momentarily as she passed the floor-to ceiling mirror in the bathroom before heading stolidly to the

and lengthy their lovemaking session was the night before, he was always up and ready to go the next early morning. As Stella brushed her teeth, she stared at herself in the mirror. The dark circles under her eyes were prominent. She counted her blessings that the filming