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.

want to keep the

up and

speak, the

hard enough time now just taking

know what to say for a moment

think of something on my

"You’re giving yourself trouble."

put out the cigarette and stood

give the two of us trouble over something that hasn’t taken form yet,

dug into her palms.She didn’t

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

said that, he left

and

ears couldn’t compare to what Weston had just said

a ‘thing’ with such a

her heart gradually died away and the expectation that shouldn’t have existed was sucked out too, leaving nothing

*** 

was only allowed to see Roger the next

see her after he left, but he assigned someone to watch over

was resting with his

was far worse compared to several days ago, and there were a few obvious bruises on

the door gently and went over to sit down beside the bed.Her eyes reddened as she watched the youth’s sleeping face.She

used to have a happy family, and Stella was once

day of her coming of age ceremony, their parents were involved in a plane accident while they

past few years, she and Roger experienced how heartless the world could

survival, and spent most of her time playing the piano and doing ballet, found it difficult to even pay her

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

frowned and

"Sis…"

point between his eyebrows and sat up with

have

he suddenly remembered something and grabbed

is Weston? Where

how furious he was, so she quickly comforted

"Sis!"

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

He was utterly exasperated.

do this to

abruptly grabbed his shoulder and pressed him back

has nothing to do with you.You just have to rest and wait for the doctor to schedule your surgery.You don’t have to worry about

looked like a little enraged beast with his red