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.

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

perfect as him

up and looked him carefully in

I help you change into a set of

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

he allowed her to

a sigh of

the perfect husband.He was wealthy and

it came to his wife, he was meticulous and

wondered why he was interested in her

ponder this problem… Because she

even if they were husband and wife, she was

to her.He gave her the dignity of being

be easily lost in a crowd,

that he never spends the night with her, everything was great.It was exceptionally quiet

was sleeping beside her,

kept wanting to reach out to touch

have his back face

bitterly retracted her hand and

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