Mr. Ford Is Jealous
Chapter 862

Chapter 862

Stella jumped in shock as a chill ran down her spine.

Quickly, she pushed the young boy away and lowered her voice.

"I'm outside with friends..." she explained.

Weston furrowed his eyebrow and asked with an icy voice," Yvonne?"

Among her friends, no one else was as outrageous as Yvonne.

Stella's silence seemed to answer his question. Finally, after a short moment, she said softly, "She drank a little, so I don't think she can drive. Can you come pick me up?"

She knew Weston would be mad, but at such times, all she could do was show her compliance and ask him to come over for her. In a way, her subservience was a silent admission of her trespasses. Weston's reaction went according to her expectation. He was indeed angry and was quiet for a good while.

After thinking about it, he warned, "Keep that ignorant man away from you." Instead of rushing to lecture her, he left her a short and stern statement. "Stay right there. I'm coming right now." Stella feared he would misunderstand, so she hurriedly clarified. "Drive carefully, and please don't rush. These are proper staff, and they don't provide any special services. Don't misunderstand As soon as she said that, she thought she heard Weston let out a chuckle through gritted teeth. "Special services? So, Stella, you do know what special services are. How great." Stella's heart jolted in shock. Before she could explain, the dense man next to her approached her again. "Sis, I'm sorry. Did I say something wrong just now? I'm so sorry..." The mess gave Stella a headache. Impatiently, she shifted herself away from him. Thankfully, the young man next to her finally got the message and stopped coming over. On the other end of the phone, Weston's temples were pounding in rage.

"Don't let him touch you. I'll be right here," he warned in a deep voice.

Stella shuddered. She wanted to explain more, but Weston had hung up, leaving only the incessant beep of the dial tone.

She breathed out a sigh. Suddenly, she felt that she had probably gotten herself in deep trouble.

She should not have compromised. From the call earlier, she could already hear Weston's chilling aura over the phone.

It wasn't going to be an easy night for her. As the thought ran through her mind, she stepped even further from the young man beside her.

"We don't know each other, do we," Stella suddenly blurted.

The handsome young man was a little disappointed when he heard that. "Do you not like me?"

"We've just met, so there's nothing to like or dislike."

Her eyes then landed on Yvonne, who was having a great time not far away. Seeing Yvonne's complete ignorance of the situation, she let out a long sigh.

Here you are having a blast, but I'm going end up miserable tonight, Stella thought.

The young man, noticing her silence, did not dare to move. He could only look at her with a wary gaze.

Stella shot him a few sharp glances. The young man looked about Roger's age and was probably a college student. He carried a boyish vibe and gave off a completely different aura from Weston's maturity and manliness. He was probably still a young kid.

Stella stared at him and suddenly thought about Roger. Roger still hadn't replied to her message.

She sighed again and asked him, "How old are you? Are you even an adult? Why are you working at such a place?"

The young boy wasn't expecting Stella to suddenly turn serious.

He replied chirpily, "I'm an adult. I just turned eighteen yesterday. I'm out of school. My parents are always away from home, and they don't care about me,"

Something faintly flickered in his gaze when he spoke, leaving Stella wondering if he was acting or being honest.

"I see..." Stella paused for a moment and felt uncomfortable.

She did not share his experience, but she knew how difficult it was for children growing up without parents. She had, after all, experienced the death of her own parents-she knew all too well how terrifying it was without them.

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