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

as perfect as him belonged

and looked

I help you change into a set of

shirt collar, trying to probe for his

reluctant, he allowed her to unbutton his

breathed a sigh of relief,

undoubtedly the perfect husband.He was

came to his wife, he was meticulous

why he was interested in her in the

Because she needed money badly, and

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 being his

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

the night with her, everything was great.It

was the first time Weston was sleeping beside her, and he slept

kept wanting to reach out

over to have his back face her.Her hand

her hand and

next morning, Stella woke up very early to make Weston breakfast.She drew her hair up in