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

as perfect as

up and looked

I help you change into a set of

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

reluctant, he allowed her to unbutton his

sigh of relief, feeling

their marriage, Weston was undoubtedly the perfect husband.He

it came to his wife,

he was interested in her

she didn’t have time to ponder this problem… Because she needed money badly, and this man was her

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

her.He gave her the dignity of being

would be easily lost in a crowd, her identity as Mrs.Ford

spends the night with her,

was sleeping

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

have

retracted her hand and closed her eyes to

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