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?!?!” 

bit her earlobe and uttered one

“You.” 

her

on her neck. She trembled as her skin felt his

a deep breath to calm herself

was gasping. As he heard the unmistakable tremble inside her voice, he had no choice but to settle down.

down at her disheveled clothes, he tidied them

bit. 

a

beastly behavior that craved

that today would be the last time,

down, but Weston picked

didn‘t know what was happening,

was

not for the fact that her legs were shaking, she was sure he

cleaning her whole body, especially her arms, back, and chest.

her body again and again under the shower to the tune of her

in pain, she could not help but