Mr. Ford Is Jealous

The creaking sounds finally stopped.

On this heavy night, a low voice gradually calmed down.

A subtle rustling sound of the sheets could be heard as the man got up.

As Stella Sealey looked at the scratch marks on his back, she felt a sudden impulse, and reflexively grabbed his wrist.

"Could you stay here tonight?" Weston paused.

Without turning back and letting her keep the view of his perfectly toned back, he buttoned up his shirt.

Stella was anxious.Her fingers clenched at the already wrinkled sheets, further crumpling them.She held her breath as if to wait for his judgment.

After a long while, she heard him say, "Okay."

Stella breathed a sigh of relief.She even felt tears well up in her eyes.

The man turned around.He was strikingly tall and had chiseled handsome features, and his deep eyes looked like the starry night sky.

This man was her husband, Weston Ford.

of Ford Corporation, he was the youngest man to ever top the Fortune’s List, and the most prestigious businessman around the globe.He was also a frequent guest at

as him belonged

and looked him

I help you change

his shirt collar, trying to probe for his permission.Weston’s eyes darkened,

he seemed somewhat reluctant, he allowed

a sigh of

undoubtedly the perfect husband.He was wealthy

it came to his wife,

why he was interested in her

ponder this problem… Because she needed money badly, and this man was

husband and wife, she was

enough to her.He gave her the dignity

average that she would be easily lost in a crowd, her identity as Mrs.Ford had given her space to breathe in this

the night

first time Weston was

Stella couldn’t sleep.She kept wanting to reach out to

and turned over to have his back face her.Her

her hand and closed

breakfast.She drew her hair