Mr. Ford Is Jealous
Chapter 510

Chapter 510

His hand went up slowly along her wrist until it finally reached her shoulder.

"I feel that they're... very moist."

As he spoke, his lips pressed on hers, and he chuckled." What do you think?"

Stella didn't know how she held it in until the medicine took effect.

All she knew was that the first half an hour was a hellish torment.

She repulsed his touch so much that all she could do was lie straight on the bed with a pale face.

Weston soon realized something was off. "What's wrong?"

She shook her head, unwilling to speak.

He lifted her chin and forced her to meet his gaze. "Tell me, where do you feel uncomfortable? I don't like it when people lie to me." She sucked in a breath and forced a lie. "Don't mess up, my dress." "So, this is what she's worried about," he thought to himself.

A teasing smile flashed in Weston's eyes, and he put his hand on the fragile straps and stroked it gently, "In your eyes, is this cheap dress more important than me?"

She shook her head, and her eyes turned red. "I just bought it. Don't ruin it."

He felt his heart ache when she said it. Perhaps it was because her face seemed pitiful... but at the same time, he really wanted to destroy it. Although he said that

he wouldn't tear it, the movements of his hands spoke the complete opposite.

Stella didn't have the strength to fight back at all.

She too doesn't know how she got through it. Maybe the medicine she took effect later because she felt like her mind was swept away by a storm that she let him do what he wanted

She doesn't remember what happened later, but all she heard was a sickening rip.

When she woke up, there was a mess all around, and she could smell the aftermath.

Her chosen dress had been torn apart, with half under the sheets and the other half on the carpet.

* Stella forced herself up to take a look at her slender arms stretched out on the quilt. Faint red marks could be seen on her wrist.

Her fingertips picked up the light golden fabric that was thrown on Weston's suit.

With the movement of her getting up, the tie hanging on the bed frame also fell, and it fell on her shoulder, covering the bite marks left he left on her. Her body ached badly, but she could only care about the dre The next second, there was a wave of heat from the back.

He pulled her into his arms. "Awake?"

Her back was against his chest, and the warmth made her feel a little restless. "Don't mess around... I have to go on set tomorrow, and you must go to work..."

"Does your heart ache?" he asked her.

Stella knew Weston was talking about the dress and deliberately shook her head. "I'll buy a new one."

"Why do you look so sad?" He lifted her chin, and as he stared at her face, suddenly biting the tip of her nose lightly. "It's only a dress. I'll get someone to send you a new one."

She immediately frowned and refused. "No need. I'm just going to a business banquet. I don't want to attract other people's attention..."

Nonetheless, he didn't let her do as she pleased this time. "You can buy one for yourself. But whenever you buy one, I will tear one. You know I have the energy..."

"You..."

She paused and glared at him. "How are you this unabashed!"

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