Mr. Ford is Jealous

Chapter 900 Weston‘s fingers wandered across Stella‘s face, caressing her 

smooth skin. 

Stella looked up at him. She had intended to ask him the question, but her tongue was tied as soon as she opened her mouth. 

If he really wanted her to know the truth, he would‘ve told her by now, yet he would avoid the questions and kept responding with vague, evasive answers. That, in itself, was already an answer, wasn’t it? 

They would just go on as they did when their relationship was still a secret. Since he didn‘t want to answer, she would just stop asking. There was no need to disrupt the fragile peace between them. 

“Nothing,” Stella leaned her head against his shoulder and gently hugged him. “It‘s just that I can‘t believe we‘re really getting married...” 

Her eyes were icy cold as she spoke. 

She had always been forced to give in to Guinevere‘s requests. Back then, she had had to endure Guinevere’s assaults quietly without the power to retaliate. Yet, even after asking for her hand in marriage, Weston still agreed to such a request he knew would upset Stella a lot... 

Perhaps she should confront him, Stella thought. Perhaps she should ask him why he would ever let Guinevere attend their wedding. 

But what should she have expected of him? 

him to ignore the long–standing relationship between the Ford and Cohen families, to ignore his own grandfather‘s plea? Should she forsake the resulting loss they might have to endure if

expect any of that. She never intended to marry him anyway. The wedding was never

to trouble herself with

manage to

reason, Weston‘s sexual appetite had gotten more voracious lately. Naturally, he wanted to do it with Stella at all times and

neck to keep her body from sliding down

now, the soup will be burnt!” she

cried in exasperation, desperate to keep her mind clear.

Weston‘s raw passion was still burning. “Let‘s continue,” he croaked

body. 

Stella closed

be gentle and patient with her; her body would warm up to him, and she would melt under his fingers. After that, everything would go smoothly.

to the floor. Then he swept her hair away from her sweaty face, leaned down, and kissed

me was that I didn‘t stimulate

the word “stimulate” as he

moisture of some fluid.