Mr. Ford is Jealous

Chapter 1377

Stella took a deep breath. Her hands trembled a little as she ran her fingers down his hair and onto the cuts and wounds on his body. After a while, she withdrew her hand and asked him, “Why did you have to do this?”

Weston did not reply.

So Stella mercilessly rubbed her hand against the wound on his body, making it hurt so much for Weston that he drew in a sharp breath and jolted his head up to look at her-

Now Stella finally had a good look at his face.

With the faint light from the lamp, she noticed that he had gotten much thinner than the last time she saw him. Unshaven, he looked so haggard that it seemed he must’ve put himself through a lot without getting much rest.

But despite all this, that striking face of his still looked as handsome as ever. In fact, at a moment when he was at his most vulnerable, he looked unusually fragile and delicate, which brought out the softer side of his attractive face.

Stella gently caressed his face. At that moment, she had absolutely no idea what she should do next.

“I thought you stopped badgering me because you finally moved on,” she said. “I didn’t know you’d torment yourself like this.”

It pained him to hear her use the word “badgering” to describe his presence around her.

“I never intended for you to find out about this,” he told her drily. “Nor did I ever want you to see me here.”

to come, were you planning to never

what you wanted, right? You know

this, Stella suddenly found it incredibly hard to breathe, as if someone had stuffed balls of cotton in her

said. “You’re the father of my two children, after all. I know lots of terrible things happened between us in the past, but it’s time for us to move on and start

I’m the children’s

nothing in response.

her feet. “I can’t possibly come

“Do you hate

he was in. His whole body was stained with blood. At that moment, all he thought was that he might get Stella’s.

see me again, yet I ended up doing something that forced you

Stella sighed.

you should live well from now

and primal grunt escaped Weston’s throat. It sounded as if a thousand blades had stabbed him at the same time. He even started to tremble a little. “This is the only way

her fists tightly.

that you’re making it harder for me to let you go if you do

all he could say in

then fell back into

soft sigh and knelt back in front