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 was also a frequent

man as perfect as him belonged

looked him carefully in

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

somewhat reluctant, he allowed her to unbutton his

sigh of relief, feeling bittersweet

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

it came to his wife, he was meticulous

wondered why he was interested in

she needed money badly, and this man was her only

wife, she was still careful around

gave her the dignity of

she was so average that she would be easily lost in a crowd, her identity as Mrs.Ford had given

spends the night with

first time Weston was sleeping beside her,

kept wanting to reach out to touch his

have his back face her.Her hand stopped

bitterly retracted her hand

very early to make Weston breakfast.She drew her hair up