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.

was the youngest man to ever top the Fortune’s List, and the most prestigious businessman around the globe.He

as perfect as him belonged

up and looked him carefully in

you change into a set

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

reluctant, he

of relief, feeling bittersweet

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

it came to his wife, he was meticulous and

he was interested

she needed money badly, and this man was

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

enough to her.He gave her the dignity of

if she was so average that she would be easily lost in a crowd, her

the fact that he never spends the night with her,

first time Weston was sleeping beside her,

sleep.She kept wanting to reach out to

turned over to have his back face

bitterly retracted her hand and closed

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