Mr. Ford Is Jealous
Chapter 163

Chapter 163

Stella was startled at first, but she quickly regained her composure. "Are we starting now?" she asked. Stella's words might sound vague, but Weston knew exactly what she meant. The desire that had cropped up in him just now completely dissipated in a moment. "I don't have the mood now even if you begged for it!" he snapped, shoving Stella away.

Weston then dashed back into the bedroom and slammed the door shut.

Stella stared at the closed door silently with disbelief. The night was still young. The television in the living room was still on. Stella walked towards the sofa and was about to sit down when a commercial starring Guinevere Cohen came up. The sight incited a complicated mix of feelings in Stella's heart. Her eyes were glued on the woman on the screen. Scenes from the past flashed across her eyes.

Stella leaned against the backrest, grabbed a pillow, and curled up on the sofa. She was wearing a long white cotton dress. Her long hair fell softly on her shoulders. The moonlight that shone on her dainty face made her skin look translucent. She was utterly perplexed. Weston had treated her so cruelly because of Guinevere in the past, so why would he lock Stella up in their former home and not allow her to leave now?

Could it be that he really missed those days when they were married?

Stella snorted at the thought. She picked up the remote and turned off the television then lay down on the sofa and closed her eyes.

It was now past midnight.

Weston stared at his bedroom door that was closed shut. There had been no movements there at all the whole night. He did not lock the door, but Stella didn't even try to come in. Weston's face was glum. He grew impatient and tossed the blanket aside, got up from his bed and stomped into the living room where he saw the wispy figure of a woman lying on the sofa

Stella was all curled up on the sofa, fast asleep. Weston walked over to her, his tall frame cast a long shadow across Stella's body as if she was covered by a blanket. Stella suddenly frowned and tossed and turned in her sleep. She scrunched up her nose like a tiny creature that was braving the cold. She didn't even have a blanket on her, only a small pillow that was hugging tightly. The burning aroger inside him frittered away at the sight of her fragile figure. He kneeled down in front of her and caressed her face with his long singers, s ythes dhorce, then wenied alitua altanter every time he saw her. The skin under 11 the might disappear

veins under her skin very visible. She looked pale and fragile, yet she surprisingly possessed incredible tenacity. Weston felt that perhaps there was nothing wrong with them going on like this. Stella might disagree now, but anything could change with time. He was a patient hunter who now had his prey right in his trap, what was wrong with letting her struggle for a little while? She wouldn't be able to escape now anyway.

His callus-covered fingers slid down from her cheeks to her lips. He leaned over slightly and was about to kiss her...

"Weston!" Stella suddenly mumbled in her sleep. "Please believe me...

"If you save me, Guinevere will be fine. If you save her, I'll die...

"Believe me, I'll really die...

"My baby, I'm so sorry..." Weston froze as if he was hit by lightning. His eyes trembled violently, but his body was paralyzed.

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