Mr. Ford Is Jealous
Chapter 559

Chapter 559

"I have no reason to be calm when it comes to your safety!". Weston blurted out.

They were both stunned and speechless by the sudden outburst.

Stella looked up at him. If she wasn't mistaken, she could've sworn that Weston just admitted how much she meant to him.

Weston seemed to realize what he'd just said. The fire in his eyes dimmed, and he quickly let her go. He took one last look at her and, without saying anything, turned and marched into the inner room, slamming the door behind him.

Their bedroom was a massive suite with an inner room where their bed was. It was the door to that room that Stella stared at as she sighed softly

If she let him stay angry this way for long, things would only get much worse. Besides, that guy that she got into trouble with didn't seem an average guy. Judging by the way he threatened to tell his father about them, it was possible that he was from a rich and powerful family.

Stella weighed the pros and cons. Then she thought Weston's injuries might have worsened because he was helping her in the bathroom. Hence, she decided to go downstairs and look for Joan. "Joan, can you please help me get the first aid kit?"

Joan had actually long been in bed, but she was woken up again by the sound of Weston's car coming home. She meant to ask Weston and Stella if they needed anything, but seeing that they rushed straight into their room, she thought it best not to disturb. But just as she was getting ready to go back to bed, here Stella was, looking for a first aid kit.

"What happened?" Joan asked, "Is it anything serious? Should I call the doctor?"

"No," Stella shook her head. "Don't worry. It's just a shallow cut. I can take care of it myself."

Joan then disappeared into another room and returned with the first aid kit. Stella sorted out the kit's contents and headed toward the bedroom.

She knocked on the door.

There was no response.

"I'm coming in, okay?" Stella said.

She turned the doorknob and discovered that it wasn't locked.

The door opened with a click.

Stella stepped into the pitch-dark room. Weston would usually leave a night lamp on for her because she would often wake up in the middle of the night from the night terrors she suffered.

But he didn't this time.

Stella stopped in her tracks. She suddenly realized that Weston

had slowly learned her quirks and habits till they were on the back of his hand. He had been helping her even in the areas of her life where she never realized needed help.

But as realizations that came too late tended to do, it left a . bitter taste in her mouth. She had no idea how to feel about all

this.

Quietly, Stella placed the first aid kit on the nightstand and headed to the bed, but on her way, she tripped on something and lost her balance.

She fell to the floor with a loud thud.

Luckily for her, the room was covered in a thick carpet, so it didn't hurt. Still, her fall did make a noise, and surely enough, Stella heard a rustling sound coming from the bed. The next second, the lamp was suddenly turned on, flooding the room with a warm yellow light.

Stella had to squint to adjust her eyes to the brightness. When she finally looked up, she was greeted with Weston's inky gaze.

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