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. 

became darker and darker, brewing

a deep breath and tried to

in front of him, doing things he hadn‘t

no intention of

looked at her–how she seemed

he felt

her head

veins between his fingers bulged as he pulled her hair, causing her scalp

corners of Stella‘s eyes were still

yet there was no escape.

unknown time, the people outside the cabin held their breaths

each other, not

better not to say a word.

their backs around and kept their gazes

they heard retching sounds from inside, but they acted as if nothing had

shameless people who were already

half an hour.

finally docked.

row, guarding both

the man again

her from before, so no one could

came forward just as they reached the shore.