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.

the Fortune’s List, and the most prestigious businessman around the

man as perfect as him belonged

up and looked him carefully

you change into

for his

he allowed

quietly breathed a sigh of relief, feeling bittersweet on the

was undoubtedly the perfect husband.He was

wife,

he was interested in her in the

Because she needed money badly, and this man

if they were husband and wife, she was still careful

Weston was good enough to her.He gave

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

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

was the first time Weston was

kept wanting to reach

over to have his

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

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