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.

List, and the most prestigious businessman around the globe.He

as perfect as him belonged to

and looked him carefully

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

reluctant, he allowed her to

of

the perfect husband.He

to his wife, he

Stella wondered why he was interested in

Because she needed money badly,

her only pillar.So even if they were husband and wife, she was still careful around him and tried

to her.He gave her the dignity of

lost in a crowd, her identity as Mrs.Ford had given

spends the night

the first time Weston was

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

over to have his back face her.Her hand stopped

she bitterly retracted her hand and closed her eyes

very early to make Weston breakfast.She drew her