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 youngest man to ever top the Fortune’s List, and the most

man as perfect as him belonged to

straightened up and looked him carefully in

you change into

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

he seemed somewhat reluctant, he allowed her to unbutton

of relief,

the perfect husband.He was wealthy

wife, he was meticulous and

wondered why he was interested

she

only pillar.So even if they were husband and wife, she was still careful around him and

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

that she would be easily lost in a crowd,

spends the night with her, everything was

was the first time Weston was sleeping

couldn’t sleep.She kept wanting to

have his back face her.Her hand

moment later, she bitterly retracted her hand

to make Weston breakfast.She drew