Mr. Ford is Jealous

Chapter 1407

Soon afterward, Stella suddenly smelled a pleasant aroma-

This time, she was sure she was not just imagining it. The aroma clearly wafted in from the direction of the kitchen. She got up from the balcony and carefully put down the tablet in her hands before heading towards the living room.

As she suspected, she saw a tall figure there.

Stella almost stopped breathing as she slowly tiptoed into the kitchen, only to see Weston standing there wearing an apron. There was also a pot of boiling water on the stove next to him.

Weston then deftly cut up some vegetables and plopped them into the pot before covering them with a lid. He turned around and saw Stella standing there at the door, her face looking sickly and pale.

He frowned, then walked up to her and touched her face with the back of his hand to check if she had a fever.

“What’s wrong?” he asked. “Are you feeling unwell?”

“Are you out of your mind?!” Stella swatted his hand away, still recovering from the shock. “How can you just sneak into my house without telling me?! You’re absolutely crazy!”

Weston froze. He had not expected her to react so strongly to his presence there.

“I’m sorry,” he said after a pause. “I sent you a text, but you didn’t reply.”

Just because I didn’t reply to your text doesn’t mean you can sneak into my house without my permission! No,

abruptly, looking like

asked. “You didn’t steal the passcode to our house, did you? Or did you somehow

finally told her, “I don’t need to steal the passcode to the door. I can

deeply he knew and understood her, it took almost no effort

massaging her temples. “Just get out

house now!”

him away, but he would

impatient. “Fine! If you’re not leaving, then

leave!”

hugged her from behind. “I didn’t mean to

you’re the one who suddenly popped up in

to her in a grumbling tone that made

him.

fell silent and just planted soft kisses on the nape of her neck before slowly moving down,

him away, but she felt how tenderly he was holding her and how he whispered softly in her ear, “I made your favorite dishes. Don’t you

taste them?”

of the kitchen. Stella suddenly lost all her will to resist, not least because she remembered that phone call from Dr. Hayden Quirk when he said that Weston was mentally unstable and had to take some medication to