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.

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

as perfect as

up and looked

change into a

for

reluctant, he

sigh of relief, feeling

undoubtedly the

his wife, he was meticulous and

wondered why he was interested in her in the

didn’t have time to ponder this problem… Because she needed

were husband and wife, she was

Weston was good enough to her.He gave her the

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

spends the night with her, everything was great.It was exceptionally quiet

was sleeping beside

to reach out to touch

frowned and turned over to have his back face

bitterly retracted her hand

make Weston breakfast.She