Mr. Ford Is Jealous
Chapter 158

Chapter 158

Weston was unaware of her efforts. It was as though the void in his heart was filled when he realized she was back home.

He walked forward and suddenly hugged her from her behind, his chin resting on her neck.

Almost instantly, her scent overwhelmed his olfactory senses. He had never noticed it before, and all he knew was that she had a faint fragrance on her face. After their divorce, however, the scent became even more ingrained in his mind.

He could feel her body tensing, but he wasn't in any hurry to act.

"What perfume are you wearing?" he murmured, his powerful arm wrapping her waist.

Stella shut her eyes tightly when she felt his hot breath on her skin.

She took a deep breath and attempted to sound calm. "I don't use perfume."

"What exactly is this scent?" Weston looked up and gripped her chin. He kissed her on the lips after turning her around.

Stella did not react to him.

She didn't fight back, but she didn't react either.

It didn't take long for him to lose interest.

He pressed his forehead against hers, forcing her to stare at him with no way out. But he didn't like how she was staring at him.

"Close your eyes," he said to her again.

She obeyed him and shut her eyes.

He kissed her once again.

In a swift moment, he pinned her down and kissed her repeatedly at the door as if to make up for all the kisses he had lost a long time ago. It wasn't until her lips turned red that he let go of her. "What time is it?"

His voice was hoarse.

Stella turned to look at the clock on the wall and answered, "Six."

She had no idea what she had done to delight him because his eyes twinkled with glee as he smiled. "You still remember where you put the clock."

She froze all over, and then with a self-deprecating tone, said, "After all, I've been in here for over a year."

He twisted her chin as if he was satisfied with her response. "Your room is the same. There has been no change. I'll get you a driver, or you may drive yourself if you prefer, Fern City isn't far from here. I wished I could see you every time I returned."

She calmed down and looked at him. "When will you be back?"

This was a normal question.

Since she had accepted her faith in being his, she naturally had to ask clearly.

Weston let her go and sat on the couch. He tossed his coat to the side and motioned for her to follow. "Come here."

She obediently went to him, and he pulled her into his arms.

"Are you planning to run away when I'm not here?" he asked as he sniffed her hair. She shook her head. "I know I can't."

She was working at Fern City and her brother was there as well as long as she had something valuable to her, she knew that she couldn't escape his grasp. She knew this after witnessing it with her own eyes today.

Thus, her response thrilled Weston and he cupped her chin in his fingers. "My firm is quite some distance from here, but the branch company is pretty close. I'll come back often, so you should be prepared." "Prepared for what?" she asked calmly. The man's eyes darkened suddenly. "What do you think?" She paused for while before nodding. "Okay. I understand." When she had finished, she stood up from his arms and began unbuttoning her clothes in front of him.

This time, he didn't stop her. Instead, he was watching her every move. He leaned back on the sofa when the floor was filled with clothes.

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