Mr. Ford Is Jealous
Chapter 582

Chapter 582

Before they were divorced and were still in a good relationship, Stella always couldn't help but praise him for his beautiful eyes.

Both of them were uninhabited at that time, and they were truly immersed in their rawest of emotions.

Stella would always stare into his eyes, immersing and losing herself in the depths of his eyes.

But what Stella didn't know was that her eyes were equally stunning

Despite seeing countless beauties in his time, Weston couldn't deny that she had a stunning pair of eyes.

"What happened to me?" Stella coughed and asked.

Weston snapped back to attention and sat down next to her. "You caught a cold, and you're running a high fever now. Lie back down."

Stella shook her head. "I didn't mean that..."

She looked straight into Weston's eyes. "What were you doing just now?"

He felt uneasy under her stare, a feeling that felt foreign to him. However, he remained calm as he replied, " Feeding you medicine." Stella pursed her lips as if not believing his words. Its corners were slightly brown from the medicine.

She pointed at the corner of his lips. "Why do you have the medicine stain on your mouth?"

Weston paused for a moment. "You fell asleep just now and refused to drink the medicine. I had to find a way to make you take it." Realization dawned upon Stella, and her mouth tightened into a thin slit.

Both of them had clearly been a lot more physically intimate previously. Yet, a simple kiss was capable of making her feel uncomfortable. She felt her heart leap. Then, lowering her eyes, she clenched her fists tighter.

She could not afford to develop feelings for him.

Wasn't the past enough of a painful lesson?

This man could simply make others develop feelings for

him so easily. Conversely, he could also break their hearts instantly.

Her face paled as she tried to change the subject. "Were you here taking care of me all this while?"

Weston said, "Yes."

He kissed her forehead. "You weren't difficult to take care of."

Stella smiled at him. "Thank you."

He stood up, his brows furrowing.

He would rather she throw a tantrum or have a cold war with him than flash him such a fake smile.

He pulled a napkin and wiped away the medicine stain on her mouth. "Do you have any other questions?"

Stella knew he was referring to Guinevere at the hospital, but she remained silent.

He wiped his mouth clean and chucked the napkin into an ashtray. After which, he reached out to wipe away the fine hair on his face. Perhaps it was because she was not feeling well that Stella was being exceptionally obedient.

She was even happy to receive his touch and rubbed his fingers against hers.

Weston's heart leaped, and he felt something crumble.

He wrapped her entire face in his palm. "Stella..."

Her face was very petite, small enough to fit in his palm.

The exquisite feel of her face against his hands made his voice hoarse. "Don't look at me like this."

Her gaze was like a thick blanket of mist enveloping him. When she looked up at him, it felt like she was under his complete control.

Stella's behavior was irresistible to him.

Stella had no clue looking at him that way had driven Weston mad. She blinked innocently at him, her face still rubbing against his palm. "How am I looking at you?"

Her face was silky smooth, unlike his slightly coarse and rugged fingers. The difference in textures seemed to cause sparks to fire between their skins.

Stella blinked, confused. "Did I do something wrong?"

She looked in a daze, her face still pale, and a mist enveloped her eyes.

Weston's eyes darkened as his throat tightened. "Time to take your temperature."

He was still struggling to keep alert. Knowing that Stella was still ill, he didn't allow himself to be consumed by passion and lose all of his senses.

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