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.

List, and the most prestigious

perfect as him belonged to

straightened up and looked

change

probe for his

he seemed somewhat reluctant, he allowed

of relief, feeling bittersweet on the

Weston was undoubtedly the perfect husband.He was wealthy

wife, he was

why he was interested in her

this problem… Because she needed money badly, and this man was her only

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

Weston was good enough to her.He gave her

a crowd, her identity as Mrs.Ford had given her space to breathe in this

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

first time Weston was sleeping beside her, and he slept

kept wanting to reach out to touch his

frowned and turned over to have

later, she bitterly retracted her hand and closed her eyes to

up very early to make Weston breakfast.She drew her