Mr. Ford is Jealous

Chapter 1383

He became unusually gentle as though attempting to overwhelm her within the whirlpool he had created.

Then things got a little out of control.

Stella only knew that she was crying and screaming in the latter part of the night, yet Weston showed no mercy.

The gentleness earlier seemed to be a pretense to the true nature that he was displaying.

The rumbling inside the room continued almost until the early morning before it slowed down.

But not long after, in the morning, the torture of tossing and turning happened again. She was unable to make a sound by the end, her throat was dry and itchy, and she was wet, not knowing whether it was sweat or something else.

She slept until the next afternoon before showing signs of waking up.

But when she opened her eyes, a wave of fatigue immediately swept over her, and went back to sleep.

Weston woke up before her and lay beside her, tracing her face softly.

fingers touched her skin, inching

little worried, afraid of what she

of loneliness… he did not know how many days and nights he had endured, but everything was let out in

no shape to receive such

up, he made some noise. Stella only frowned

gently

dressed, he looked back at her and gave her a kiss on the forehead

and when he calmed down, he would attend to the

been able to allow him to handle Ford Corporation with ease,

lowered his head, looked at the documents in his hands, and glanced at her sleeping face, and only then did he feel the

hours before Stella

had been dismantled and reassembled. She was so tired that she felt completely listless, and when

took a while

coming to her.

voice, thinking back to the scene last night, and it instinctively repulsed

turned gloomy, and he did not dare to go