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.

and the most prestigious businessman

as him belonged

up and looked

change into a set of

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

he

a sigh of relief, feeling bittersweet on

undoubtedly the perfect husband.He

came to his wife, he was meticulous

why he was interested in

Because she needed money badly, and this man

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

to her.He gave her

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

from the fact that he never spends the night with

time Weston was sleeping beside her, and

kept wanting to reach out to touch

frowned and turned over to have his back face her.Her hand stopped

retracted her hand

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