Mr. Ford Is Jealous
Chapter 508

Chapter 508

Angelina wanted to tell Stella about the car, but she left in a hurry.

As Angelina stared at her back, she was a little puzzled." Why is she running so quickly as if a ghost is chasing her?"

At the junction.

The minute Stella got inside the car, she heard the man's deep voice asking, "Did you have fun?" She put the bag on the seat and looked outside the window. Seeing that Angelina didn't follow her, she sighed a breath of relief. "Didn't I tell you that I'll get a cab home? What if my colleagues see you?”

Her tone was filled with accusatory vibes.

The man's eyebrows scrunched into a frown, and he shifted his gaze away from the documents in his hands and focused on her. "Do you think I'll let you take a taxi back? Do you know how much news there's been recently? Your security awareness is so poor..."

"Then let me drive to work," Stella interrupted him.

After the words were released, the temperature in the car

immediately dropped.

The two had locked horns, with none willing to step back.

After a moment of silence, Weston put aside the documents and rubbed his forehead as he said, "I'm too tired to fight with you."

He then pulled her to sit on him. "Stella, let me lean on you for a while."

She realized how bad her attitude was earlier. She was just thinking about how to apologize, when she realized that he had let it go.

She sighed and put her hands on her knees. "I was a little anxious just now because I am scared that people would know. I'm sorry. I shouldn't talk to you like that." Weston caressed her hair but didn't say a word.

But Stella understood what he was trying to say. After a pause, she turned to him and lowered her head to kiss him.

Now, she seemed to have found a way to calm him down. Sure enough, the man's eyes instantly softened.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned on him as she whispered beside his ears, "I just don't want to cause you unnecessary trouble."

"It's never trouble when it comes to you."

He stared into her eyes. "When have I ever resented you?"

She smiled and said, "You never did..."

He lifted his hand and flicked her on the forehead, "At least you still have a heart."

Stella didn't say a word but lowered her eyes as she tried to savor the silence they had.

After a while, she seemed to remember something." What should I do at the gala?"

"So, now you remember me when you need my help?".

She leaned her head on his chest and said, "I bought a dress earlier..."

"Really?" He glanced at the bag on the side and said," Wear it and let me see later."

At Stardust Mansion.

Weston had never been interested in women's clothes, but he frowned as he watched Stella wear the light golden dress.

"This is your fashion taste?"

It seemed he really disagreed with her aesthetics.

She had a beautiful figure, yet she'd keep wrapping herself up tight.

He knew she feared the cold, and he'd barely seen her

wearing such formal dresses.

The cutting was simple, and the light gold suited her tone, but that was all to it.

It was an ordinary dress, but it looked attractive on her. With her black hair hanging free behind her back, she gave off a hazy kind of beauty.

Weston closed up to her from behind and placed his hands on her waist. His voice sounded hoarse suddenly as he asked, "You sure you want to wear this?" "Do I look good?" she asked as she nodded.

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