Mr. Ford Is Jealous
Chapter 875

Chapter 875

"Yvonne...." the doctor called in a deep, exhausted voice.

Yvonne stood there stiffly, still refusing to pay attention to him.

Hayden hugged her gently, resting his head on her shoulder." Stop messing around. Let me hug you for a while."

She wanted to push him away, but all her strength seemed to seep out of her the moment she lifted her arms.

She couldn't resist his gentleness, though she didn't return his hug.

He noticed this and sighed inaudibly. "I haven't seen you for a few days. Must you be angry with me?"

He let go of her and raised his hand to straighten her hair. "I'm a doctor, and she's a patient. Do you have to be jealous of us?"

Yvonne huffed. "Why must you both be together so late at night?"

He had been sleeping beside the female patient's bed, and she even answered the phone for him. Wasn't this beyond the limit of normal?

Yvonne felt that she was not at all unreasonable.

Hayden restrained his expression and let go of his hand.

He sat at the desk, scrunched his eyebrows, and explained, "Her situation is special. For the past few days, I have been discussing surgical strategies with other doctors in the hospital, looking for a suitable opportunity for surgery. I was a little tired tonight, and I slept off..."

He looked at Yvonne's back. Usually, she would put down everything and run to him after hearing such words. She would then massage him or act like a spoiled child in his arms. To Hayden, that was what she wanted anyway.

Now, she wouldn't even look at him.

Sighing helplessly, he stood up, walked behind her, and directly lifted her

"Ah!"

Yvonne was startled and subconsciously wrapped her arm around his neck as he carried her to the examination room and put her on the bed.

Then, he instantly squatted down and took off her shoes.

Before she could react, he was already lying down with her.

There seemed to be no retreat between the man and the cold, hard wall.

Hayden pulled her close and made her lay on his chest. "Yvonne, be nice and sleep with me for a while, eh?"

"Didn't you sleep well just now lying on the side of the bed?" she asked quietly.

She felt the man's body stiffen before he lifted her chin.

Their eyes met.

"It seems you don't want to sleep, so let's find another way to relax."

"What way?"

The next morning...

The wind was blowing on the curtains.

Stella frowned and slowly woke up.

The hangover from last night reared its head in the form of a pounding headache.

The strength around her waist tightened, and a man's deep voice came to her ears.

"You're awake?"

"Hmm..."

She shook her head and met Weston's steady, confident eyes. "I was... was I drunk yesterday?"

He looked at her calmly. "Since you remember being drunk, you should remember how you got drunk."

Stella was stunned.

She blinked her eyes and played dumb. "How did I get drunk?"

"You made rumors with Yates and went to such places...."

The man's eyes narrowed, and his tone became dangerous." Stella, what do you think I should do with you?"

All sober now, Stella knew that he wouldn't let her off.

He hugged her waist tighter. "There's no point in talking to an alcoholic because they forget everything the next day." "Stella, I've been waiting for you to sober up... to teach you a lesson."

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