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.”

home!” she replied. “That’s why I put my phone on airplane mode! Just because I didn’t reply to your text doesn’t mean you can sneak into my house

like she just

passcode to our house, did you? Or did

silent for a while without responding to her questions. Then he finally told her, “I don’t need to steal

took almost no effort for him to guess any of her

don’t care what you say,” said Stella, massaging her temples. “Just get out of

house now!”

push him away, but he

“Fine! If you’re not leaving,

leave!”

behind. “I didn’t

she told him, “Right now, you’re the one who suddenly popped up in my

was speaking to her in a grumbling tone

him.

and just planted soft kisses on the nape of her neck before slowly moving down, obviously trying to

how tenderly he was holding her and how he whispered softly in her ear, “I made your favorite dishes. Don’t

taste them?”

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