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?!?!” 

and uttered one word.

“You.” 

her was still

one tender kiss after another land on her neck. She

herself down before hoarsely pleading, “Not

inside her voice,

clothes, he tidied them

bit. 

a shower,” he said.

frowned slightly, somewhat disgusted by his beastly behavior

today would be the last time, she relented.

was about to get down, but Weston picked her up and

know what was happening, but she

he was in a

the fact that her legs were shaking, she was sure he would have pushed her into the bathroom and had his way with her alréady.

intent on cleaning her whole body, especially

again under the shower to the tune of her skin becoming a

not help but remind