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.

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

as

straightened up and looked

help you change

touched his shirt collar, trying to probe for his

seemed somewhat reluctant, he allowed her

quietly breathed a sigh of

Weston was undoubtedly the

it came to his wife, he was

Stella wondered why he was interested in her in the

problem… Because she needed money badly,

pillar.So even if they were husband and wife, she was still careful around him and tried to gain his

to her.He gave her the dignity of being

so average that she would be easily lost in a crowd, her identity as Mrs.Ford had given her space to breathe in

fact that he never spends the night with her, everything

was the first time Weston was

to reach out to touch

over to have his back face

she bitterly retracted her hand and closed her

Stella woke up very early to make Weston breakfast.She drew her