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 around the globe.He

as perfect as him

and looked him carefully

I help you change into

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

seemed somewhat reluctant, he allowed

quietly breathed a sigh of relief, feeling bittersweet on

their marriage, Weston was undoubtedly the

wife, he was

Stella wondered why he was interested in her in the

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

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

gave

easily lost in a crowd, her identity as Mrs.Ford had given her space to

spends the night with her, everything was great.It

first time Weston was

to reach out

to have his back face her.Her

her hand and closed her

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