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

as

looked him carefully

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trying to probe for his

he seemed somewhat reluctant, he

sigh of

Weston was undoubtedly the perfect

it came to his wife, he was meticulous

was interested in her in the

have time to ponder this problem… Because she needed money badly,

even if they were husband and wife, she was still careful around him and

good enough to her.He gave her the dignity of being

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

night

Weston was sleeping beside her, and

couldn’t sleep.She kept wanting to reach out

and turned over to have his back face her.Her

retracted her hand and closed her eyes

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