Mr. Ford is Jealous

Chapter 920 

A possessive man by nature, Weston was now more possessive of her than ever. 

Stella merely kept quiet and pulled up her hair. 

Her hair was in a mess, no thanks to all that running and the favor she did him earlier. 

Weston took the wedding dress from the shelf next to her, held her waist, and helped her put it on. 

The tailor–made wedding dress perfectly complemented her figure. 

He was stunned the moment she put it on. 

He turned her around and asked her to look in the mirror. 

“Look at how beautiful you are.” 

She didn‘t say a word. 

Seeing this, he pinched her cheek and lifted her head, and looked at her in the mirror. “If you run away today, you won‘t be able to see yourself like this.” 

yet, she could feel the mixed emotion

had reached its peak, but it was suppressed and turned

suffocated her.

The man stared at her fixedly. “If there is anything else you want to say, it‘s better to say

her on the cheek, but there was no warmth in his eyes. “Remember this. You‘ll have no freedom in

closed her eyes as her eyelashes trembled violently.

the makeup failed

shook her head. “...I have nothing

“Sure?” 

on Weston‘s face.

wrists together, and tied them firmly. Instantly her eyes widened, and panic surged into her heart. “What are you doing?!” She

the slightest gap, she couldn‘t

of me!” Stella shrieked, struggling

of her, lifted her skirt,

knowing what he would do, she subconsciously pulled her foot

her in

hot that it made her feel

the man warned in a low

held her feet and took out a pair of shackles from