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.” 

had spoken calmly, yet, she could feel the

if his anger had reached its peak, but it was suppressed and turned into other

suffocated

a little weak, “I...” The man stared at her fixedly. “If there is anything else you want to say, it‘s better to say it now. We‘ll go

the cheek, but there was no warmth in his eyes. “Remember this. You‘ll have no freedom in the future. You‘ll only have me.”

closed her eyes as her eyelashes trembled violently.

as a sheet, the makeup failed to cover her fragile state.

shook her head. “...I

“Sure?” 

sneer appeared on Weston‘s

Instantly her eyes widened, and panic surged

slightest gap, she couldn‘t

of me!” Stella shrieked, struggling

her skirt, and

knowing what he would do, she subconsciously pulled her

her in his

that it made

the man warned in a low

her feet and took out a pair of shackles from nowhere.