Mr. Ford Is Jealous
Chapter 435

Chapter 435

As soon as she opened the door, Weston pulled her straight in. His arms were very strong, but it was not obvious in his clothes. He appeared slender and thin, but only those who knew him in private knew the beast under his shirt. Stella took his arm, which was a little hard to the touch. Before she realized it, she was already sitting on top of Weston,

He took her by the waist and lifted her dress.

Stella consciously pressed his wrist. "What are you doing?" She panicked. Weston glanced at the driver, who immediately raised the partition.

There was plenty of room inside the car. Both of them were alone again.

Stella noticed a slight difference in the car interior and finally realized something. "Is this a different car?"

"I changed the car the last time. Did you just notice?"

Stella did not know much about cars, so she thought they were all the same.

Weston hugged her up. "You haven't been home for two days, and you don't even recognize the car already. If you stay away from home a little longer, will you still recognize me?"

"I'm not an idiot." Stella felt a little speechless.

She did not recognize the car because she was not interested in it. How could she forget Weston unless she had amnesia?

Weston chuckled, but did not seem to mind her attitude. Then, he lowered his head and kissed the tip of her nose. "Did you miss me?"

Stella did not say anything; she refused to speak. Weston was in no hurry either.

When they arrived at Stardust Mansion, he got out of the car with her in his arms. He carried her and strode inside. Joan was doing some housekeeping when they entered. She greeted them, "Mr. Ford. Ms. Steele."

Weston answered with a gentle nod and strode to the bedroom without saying a word.

Stella did not even dare to look at Joan.

Weston's purpose was too obvious.

She clutched the hem of his shirt and buried her head in his arms. She heard her heart beating loudly. She knew her heart was not pounding from excitement but from fear and dread.

She froze and remained stiff when Weston laid her gently on the sheets.

Weston glanced at her and gradually frowned. "Why are you so nervous?"

Stella closed her eyes. Her voice was a little weak. "If you want to do it, do it quickly."

The man took off his tie and tossed it aside. He looked down at her from above.

He was in a hurry at first, but his impatient movement calmed down after she said that. "You seem to be looking forward to this, huh?"

He kneeled on one knee at the edge of the bed and propped his arms beside Stella. He dropped his head and stared at her.

Even from this angle, Stella found his face attractive and delicate. He had a tight and broad jawline, straight nose, and deep eyes. She remembered the photos of him published in foreign financial magazines. His look was perfectly in line with the public's aesthetics. His handsomeness was simply universal. How could God love a man so much? Stella couldn't comprehend it. "Why are you distracted at a time like this?" Weston was displeased to see her eyes not focused on him. He tipped her chin. He was glad to finally see his reflection in her eyes. He nibbled on her cheek gently and commanded, "Look at me." His eyes were intimidating. Stella became more nervous and twisted the sheets beneath her.

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