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.

to ever top the Fortune’s List, and the most prestigious businessman around

as perfect as

looked

you change

for his permission.Weston’s eyes

seemed somewhat reluctant, he allowed her

a sigh of relief, feeling bittersweet on the

undoubtedly the perfect husband.He was wealthy

came to his wife, he was meticulous and

interested in her in the

she needed money badly, and this man

they were husband and wife, she was still careful around him and tried to gain

her.He gave

average that she would be easily lost in a crowd, her identity as Mrs.Ford

he never spends the night with

the first time Weston was

to

frowned and turned over to have his back face

retracted her hand and closed

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