Mr. Ford Is Jealous

Chapter 11 

It was a bright sunny day and the curtains fluttered with the wind.

The man who stood by the bed blocked most of the sunlight.His elongated shadow made him seem so much taller.

Stella was covered by his shadow.She slowly clenched her blanket as she regained her senses.

"Pregnant…"

She looked down as she mumbled.Her belly under the white blanket showed no signs of protruding.But there was a human life inside.A glint slowly appeared in Stella’s dark eyes.It had merely been her assumption, and she didn’t have time to check the pregnancy test’s result after hurrying here.

But to think she was actually pregnant… She couldn’t conceal the joy on her face.

Weston lit a cigarette and took a drag at it.

"Are you happy about this?"

Stella looked up at him upon hearing this.

The man’s face was shrouded by the white smoke and his exquisite features were shaded by the light, making him look all the more stoic, dignified, and unattainable.

The soft expression on her face gradually stiffened.

"Mr.Ford…"

Stella clenched at the bedsheet, getting nervous.She had forgotten that Weston was divorcing her and that Guinevere was pregnant with his child.She was only a tool used to relieve his loneliness when the two of them had a lovers’ spat.

How could he possibly tolerate her having this child? The man noticed the changes in her expression.

With a cigarette in one hand and the other arm resting lazily on the back of a chair, he flicked the cigarette ashes into an ashtray.

"I’m sorry."

Just two words and nothing else.

These words hinted that she should give up on the child.

Stella shook her head, looking pale.

"You don’t have to be sorry… We won’t be related at all after we divorce."

Then, she looked up.

"This child will have nothing to do with you either.I guarantee you that I won’t appear before either of you after we divorce, okay?" Weston frowned.

to keep

up and her gaze

speak, the man

having a hard enough time now just taking care

know what to say

of something on my own.I won’t give you

"You’re giving yourself trouble."

out the cigarette and stood

trouble over something that hasn’t taken form yet,

pale as her nails dug into her palms.She didn’t speak, and Weston didn’t have

simply grabbed his suit jacket and said, "Rest well.I’ll make arrangements for everything

said that, he left

door closed, and Stella closed her

noise ringing in her ears couldn’t compare

child a ‘thing’

the expectation that shouldn’t

*** 

was only allowed to see

he left, but he assigned someone to watch over

the ward, Roger was

several days ago, and there were a few

to sit down beside the bed.Her eyes reddened as

to have a happy family, and Stella was once

ceremony, their parents were involved in a plane accident while they were rushing

years, she and Roger

her time playing the piano and doing ballet, found it difficult

how important the money she never used to care about would

frowned and

"Sis…"

looked uncomfortable.He rubbed the point between his eyebrows and

have I been

suddenly remembered something

Weston?

furious he was, so she quickly comforted him, "Calm down.You just woke

"Sis!"

this so he interrupted, "That man’s keeping a celebrity as his mistress.He even got

He was utterly exasperated.

do this to

his shoulder

you.You just have to rest and wait for the doctor to schedule your surgery.You don’t have to worry

like a little enraged beast