Mr. Ford Is Jealous
Chapter 94

Chapter 94 Perhaps her gaze was too intense as Weston seemed to realize something and raised his eyes." Are you done?" He looked indifferent, as if he had not just received a call from anyone, Stella's mouth twitched a little as she smiled lightly. Weston could read the sarcasm on her face, and his eye

darkened:

When she came to his side, he took her by the wrist and trapped her in his arms. He tipped her chin and asked, "Why did you look at me like that?"

Stella just looked at him as if she wanted to see through him. "It's nothing. I just feel like I was blind as a bat before."

The man's eyes narrowed slightly. He was clearly offended by her reply, but he was not the slightest angry. He affectionately planted kisses on the corner of her lips. "Do you know what we're doing next?". Stella closed her eyes. She put her hand on the bathrobe's strap and gently pulled it away. "I hope you can keep your word. When you're done, let me go and never come back to my life again." The two were once married for some time. Naturally, Stella knew what was coming next.

There were no women's clothes here, but she did not mind and came out wearing his bathrobe. The man's size was much larger than hers. His bathrobe was loose on her. Just a slight tug revealed much of her skin.

In that instant, Weston's breathing was staggered. His eyes were locked on her body, but he hesitated to make a move.

Stella waited for a long time. Even so, the nasty feeling of his touch did not come. Just as she was about to open her eyes, a kiss came, taking her breath away.

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Weston held her down and concentrated on the kiss.

He had not wanted to do anything to her, but the way she looked at him like she was ready to be taken made him feel an urge.

It was not his fault.

He had wanted to have her for a long time and do whatever he wanted. He wanted to let her go, but she thought too badly of him.

In that case, it would be a shame not to follow through with his reputation and Stella's expectations of him.

An overwhelming heat overtook Stella's body. She closed her eyes and tried to hypnotize herself that this was nothing. However, her stiffness betrayed her feelings.

She found him repulsive... and disgusting.

Weston stopped moving. His interest faded as he suddenly thought of how she was retching in

the living room just now. Indeed, he had an unspoken desire for Stella, but that did not mean he would force her. He did not like the way she was repulsed by him. Rather, he liked the way Stella cried for mercy unable to refuse him.

Stella opened her eyes in confusion when he moved away from her. She looked at him suspiciously and warily.

Weston propped himself up and ran his fingertips over her forehead. Then, he gently stopped on her cheek. "I won't take you tonight." Stella clenched her fists at once. "What do you mean?" Weston left a kiss on her forehead. "Get some sleep."

After saying that, he leaned over and hugged her in his arms. He rested his chin on her shoulder and breathed in her sweet scent.

She bathed with his body wash earlier. The light scent on her was very similar to his. It was as if she was covered in his scent.

Weston planted more kisses on her neck with contentment.

Stella took a deep breath. "Come on. Get it done and over with. Stop torturing me."

Weston slowly tightened his arms around her. He asked with a hint of displeasure, "Is this torture for you?"

Stella sneered. "What do you think? Am I supposed to feel grateful?" She turned around and looked straight into his eyes. "We both know what you want to do, so why pretend to be a gentleman here?"

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