Mr. Ford is Jealous

Chapter 916 Weston didn‘t seem to think she would act like this and was 

slightly surprised. 

But he didn‘t show it on his face. Instead, he continued to look at her, curious to see what she would do next. 

Stella‘s movements were prolonged, and she seemed to be a little hesitant. 

She glanced in the direction outside the cabin, worried that those people would come in. Seemingly seeing her thoughts, He said casually, “Without my orders, they won‘t come in.” 

She pursed her lips for a while and continued what she was doing. 

She put her hand on the buckle of the man‘s belt; the metallic sheen reflecting the horrible state her face was in. 

The well-tailored trousers wrapped around his long legs with smooth muscle lines. Stella knew what the beast looked like under the trousers and that this position would weaken her. 

Weston fixed his gaze on her without saying a word. 

With occasional pauses, she unfastened his belt awkwardly. 

She had done it before, but her movements were clumsy and jerky. 

Apparently, she hadn‘t made much progress. He could still feel 

the slight tremor of her fingers. 

darker, brewing with emotions none

a deep breath and tried to calm herself

doing things he hadn‘t let

eyes showed no

gaze and looked at her–how she seemed to be struggling, and how she

felt

her head and

long fingers held her hair, the veins between his fingers bulged as he pulled her hair, causing her scalp to hurt

eyes were still crimson,

flowing, yet there was no escape.

people outside the cabin held their breaths as they heard

not knowing how to react.

better not to say

around and

heard retching sounds from inside, but they acted as if

were a few shameless people

half an hour.

finally

stood in a row, guarding both sides of

picked up by the man again

one could see her messy and flustered

came forward just as they reached the shore.