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.

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

perfect as

straightened up and looked him carefully

help you change

slowly touched his shirt collar, trying to probe for his permission.Weston’s eyes darkened, but he didn’t

he seemed somewhat reluctant, he allowed her

quietly breathed a sigh of relief, feeling bittersweet on

their marriage, Weston was undoubtedly the

his wife, he was meticulous

Stella wondered why he was interested in her in the

ponder this problem… Because she needed money badly, and this man

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

Weston was good enough to her.He gave her

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

the night with her, everything was

was sleeping beside her, and

couldn’t sleep.She kept wanting to reach out to

have his

moment later, she bitterly retracted her hand

to make Weston breakfast.She drew her hair up in