Mr. Ford Is Jealous
Chapter 491

Chapter 491

Weston did not want to stick around any longer and stood up while delivering his instructions, "Settle this cleanly and don't make me step in. You know that I know no limits."

"Of course," Chris reassured him. "You can rest easy with me on this case."

Weston scoffed but didn't say anything further. He picked up his coat and turned to leave.

At Stardust Mansion.

Stella fell asleep in the car, and by the time she woke up, she found herself lying on the bed in her room. She opened her eyes blearily and rubbed them as she shook herself awake. That was when she remembered what had happened. As she glanced at the clock, she realized it was already evening. She never expected that she'd sleep for so long. A moment later, she heard footsteps coming from the corridor outside. Stella subconsciously shut her eyes and smoothened her blanket, pretending she was still asleep. The footsteps outside gradually became lighter. By the time they entered the room, they were almost inaudible. Although Stella had her eyes closed, she could feel Weston by her bedside, staring at her for a while.

She had no idea why she decided to pretend to be asleep.

Perhaps she just didn't want to face him.

A moment later, she felt a warm touch on her forehead.

It was a very gentle kiss. Even without opening her eyes, she could clearly sense the tenderness of the touch. Stella suddenly didn't want to wake up. She didn't want to face up to the fact that all his tenderness was but mere pretense.

He threw open her covers, and his large hands, cold from the air outside, started roaming boldly around her body. Stella found it itchy but refused to respond to his touch. She had no choice but to grit her teeth and bear with it.

If Weston hadn't realized at the start that she was pretending to be asleep, he was now very certain she was awake.

A smile flashed past the depths of his eyes as he decided to play along. At the next moment, Stella heard his breath turn heavy before feeling his warm body next to her.

The difference in body temperatures between men and woman were very stark, and she always felt the difference when he lay next to her. His presence was so strongly felt that it was impossible to ignore. Yet, Stella continued pretending to be asleep as she turned her face away in an attempt to avoid physical intimacy with him. She hadn't expected that her turning away would give Weston a chance. He lifted his head slightly and bit her ear. His voice came hoarsely from his throat, "Are you really still asleep?"

Stella remained silent, only to harrumph in frustration a moment later.

The implicit meaning behind what he said was that she was asleep and that he shouldn't disturb her.

To her chagrin, Weston turned from bad to worse as he began unbuttoning her sleeping gown. He simply went overboard and bolder by the minute.

Stella clenched her fists, almost unable to bear his aggressiveness.

She gritted her teeth and stopped herself from making any noise. At this point, pretending she was still asleep was meaningless. Weston held his body up as he flipped the switch to the bedside lamp. The curtains were very thick. Although it was early in the evening, it was winter, and the sky had already turned dark. The harsh weather outside hardly affected the warmth in the house. Weston saw Stella's cheeks turning flushed, and a happy chuckle arose from deep in his throat. "Stella, you need to improve your acting in pretending to be asleep."

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