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 guest at

as perfect as him belonged to

up and looked

I help you change into a

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

reluctant, he allowed her to unbutton

of relief, feeling bittersweet on the

Weston was undoubtedly the perfect

to his wife,

why he was interested in her

problem… Because she needed

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

was good enough to her.He 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 her

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

Weston was

kept wanting to reach out to

to have his back face

retracted her hand

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