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

jaw tensed up and her gaze

could speak,

having a hard enough time now just taking care of Roger.If you do have the

what to say for a moment

my own.I won’t give you any

"You’re giving yourself trouble."

put out the cigarette

no need to give the two of us trouble over something that

turned pale as her nails dug into her palms.She didn’t speak,

his suit jacket and said, "Rest well.I’ll

that, he

door closed, and Stella closed her

buzzing noise ringing in her ears couldn’t compare to what Weston had

called their child a ‘thing’ with such a cold

that shouldn’t have existed was sucked

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allowed to see

never came back to see her after he left, but he assigned someone to watch over

the ward, Roger was resting

far worse compared to several days ago, and there

ached.She closed the door gently and went over to sit down beside the bed.Her eyes reddened as she watched the youth’s sleeping face.She said softly, "I’m sorry… I didn’t protect

Stella was once a renowned young lady in

were involved in a plane accident while they were rushing home… It only took one night for them to fall from

she and Roger experienced how heartless the world

to worry about survival, and spent most of her time playing the piano and

when Roger fell ill, Stella finally knew how important the money she never used to care about

and

"Sis…"

the point between his eyebrows and sat up

long have I

remembered something

is Weston? Where

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

"Sis!"

man’s keeping a celebrity as his

He was utterly exasperated.

could he do this

eyes darkened.She abruptly grabbed his

to do with you.You just have to rest and wait for

looked like a little enraged beast with