Mr. Ford is Jealous

Chapter 804 

Sometimes, Stella was truly dumbstruck by Weston. 

And right now was one of those instances. As she was playing with his pants, she inadvertently lifted up the hem and exposed his socks. She was surprised to find that even his socks were of high quality and looked elegant. 

How meticulous could this man be? 

Sensing her movements, Weston reached down and stroked her hair, trying to soothe the naughty vixen. But Stella suddenly snatched his hand and refused to let it go. 

Weston frowned slightly and managed to pull his hand away with some force. He then pinched her cheek as punishment. Stella accepted it and rubbed his fingers gently in response. And so Weston multitasked as best as he could–on the one hand, he conducted a serious meeting with his partners about a multi–billion–dollar project, and on the other, teased and played with Stella under the desk on the other. 

Daisy was frantically jotting down the minutes of the meeting – her work made that much more intensive, no thanks to three different languages being spoken in the room. But even so, she still found time to glance over at Weston from time to time. 

After all, Stella was not the only woman there to find that Weston was at his most charismatic and alluring when he was hard at work. Daisy was so enchanted that she found it hard to even look away from Weston. 

There was a short break in the meeting. Daisy took the opportunity to speak up. 

like some coffee to

it still made the smile on her face vanish. She even let go of Weston‘s hand completely. Weston peered down at her. There was a hint

looked up at Daisy, his face returning to

“No, thank you.”

She was not willing to

that you don‘t like instant coffee,” she added enthusiastically , “so I‘ve set up a coffee machine in the secretarial office so we can make fresh–brewed coffee just for you. Would

crawled forward and bit down hard on Weston‘s finger. Weston was beginning to get irritated

about to respond when he

he hissed sharply under his breath. His expressions changed visibly, and he glowered at the woman under his desk as a warning, telling her to keep

read his expressions, but she cheekily raised her eyebrows to taunt him further.

the rest of the party had no idea of Stella‘s presence under the desk, so they presumed that Weston was getting angry for some reason. They all looked at each

exposed her true feelings for Weston. She was so

she liked him? What then? She

urge to compete, and