Mr. Ford is Jealous

Chapter 1112 Stella was in the kitchen when she heard footsteps and subconsciously looked back. 

Seeing Weston walk in, she asked, “Why are you back so early today?” 

“What, you don‘t want to see me?” 

The man pushed the man directly against the glazed table the next second. 

Her back hit the hard surface of the table, and she hissed out of pain. “Be gentle... Let go of me...” 

Weston‘s eyes darkened. Hearing her refusal and thinking of her meeting with Justin today, he thought she was rejecting him because she had met someone else. 

This only prompted him to clutch her waist harder. “I can‘t even touch you now, huh?” 

“What are you talking about?” 

She struggled a little, and her face showed impatience. However, it was this look of impatience that irritated Weston. 

A cloud of gloom flashed across his eyes. He untied her apron, threw it on the floor, and carried her directly up to the countertop as he reached out to probe upwards. 

Stella shuddered at the touch of his calloused fingers on her skin and slapped his hand away forcefully. “What are you doing?!?!” 

her earlobe and

“You.” 

behind her was still boiling.

after another land on her neck.

deep breath to calm herself down before hoarsely pleading, “Not here,

As he heard the unmistakable tremble inside her voice, he

disheveled clothes, he tidied them a

bit. 

and take a shower,” he

slightly, somewhat disgusted by his beastly behavior that craved

that today would be

picked her up and headed straight

know what was happening, but

feel that he was in a hurry

she was sure he would have pushed

on cleaning her whole body, especially

shower to

in pain, she could not help but remind him, “I‘m