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

jaw tensed up and

speak, the

the influence you would bring to the Ford family by having this child, you’re having a hard enough time

he said was true.Stella didn’t know what to say for a moment there, but she

of something on my

"You’re giving yourself trouble."

the cigarette

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

her nails dug into her palms.She didn’t speak, and Weston didn’t have the patience

simply grabbed his suit jacket and said,

that, he

door closed, and

couldn’t compare

their child a ‘thing’ with

gradually died away and the expectation that shouldn’t have existed was sucked out

*** 

allowed to see Roger the

came back to see her after he left,

the ward, Roger was resting with his

days ago,

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

used to have a happy family, and Stella was

plane accident while they were rushing

few years, she and Roger experienced how heartless

playing the piano and doing ballet, found it difficult

important the money

frowned and woke

"Sis…"

uncomfortable.He rubbed the point between his eyebrows and sat up

long have

something

is Weston?

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

"Sis!"

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

He was utterly exasperated.

do this to

eyes darkened.She abruptly grabbed his shoulder

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