Mr. Ford is Jealous

Chapter 1211 Weston didn‘t care. He grabbed her wrists and put them behind her back, then, lifted her with both his arms. 

“Ah!” Stella exclaimed as she felt her feet dangling midair. She watched as he pushed herself against the wall and kissed her more passionately. 

Weston pinned her hands down and kissed her repeatedly as if trying to eat her up. Her whole body became numb and soft from the force he exerted, and she simply couldn‘t break free from his shackles. 

“Mm, let go of me...” She whimpered weakly. 

Weston seemed to not hear her as he continued his assault of kisses. He kissed her so intensely. He seemed like he was trying to make up for all the years in her absence. 

No one knew how long the kiss lasted. At last, Weston panted in her ear and said in a muffled voice, “Keep your distance from that man.” 

Stella‘s eyes seemed dazed. She was gasping for air. 

she heard his muffled voice, she took a moment to breathe before

trembling slightly. “What does

let him call himself the

a cold look. “Are

like a clown in front of me like he did today, I‘d have

Roger, but I don‘t care about him. Even if Roger is still alive,

Stella suddenly looked up at him with red eyes and

between them froze. Amid the dead silence, they could hear the breathing of the

at the man in front of her with intense hatred

her miscarriage and abandoning her–he trapped her by his side and

only forced herself to obey and pushed Roger to the verge of death. As a result, Roger

Weston simply mentioned it so lightly again, as if it was nothing to him. Weston didn‘t fight back. Soon, an obvious, red mark appeared on his face. He pressed his tongue against his cheek and