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.

the Fortune’s List, and the most prestigious businessman around the globe.He was also a frequent guest at

as perfect as

and looked him carefully in the

I help you change into a set

shirt collar, trying to probe for his permission.Weston’s eyes darkened, but he didn’t stop

he seemed somewhat reluctant, he allowed her to unbutton his

a sigh of

their marriage, Weston was undoubtedly the perfect husband.He was wealthy and

came to his wife, he was meticulous

Stella wondered why he was interested in her

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

even if they were husband and wife,

was good enough to her.He gave

in a crowd, her identity as Mrs.Ford had given her space to breathe

never spends the night with her, everything was

was sleeping beside her, and

to

turned over to have his back face her.Her hand

moment later, she bitterly retracted her hand

breakfast.She drew her hair up in a high ponytail, revealing