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

jaw tensed up and

speak, the

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

true.Stella didn’t know what to say for a

my own.I won’t give you any

"You’re giving yourself trouble."

put out the cigarette and

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

palms.She didn’t speak, and Weston didn’t have

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

he

closed, and Stella

in her ears couldn’t compare to what Weston

child a

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

*** 

only allowed to see Roger the next

see her after he left,

ward, Roger was resting with his eyes

several days ago, and there were a few obvious bruises on his

bed.Her eyes reddened as she watched the youth’s sleeping face.She said softly, "I’m sorry… I didn’t

to have a happy family, and Stella was once a renowned young lady in their

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

she and Roger experienced how heartless the

playing the piano and doing ballet,

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

and

"Sis…"

the point between his eyebrows and sat up

have I been

he suddenly remembered something and grabbed Stella’s

Weston? Where

so she quickly comforted him,

"Sis!"

man’s

He was utterly exasperated.

do this

darkened.She abruptly grabbed his shoulder

to rest and wait for the doctor to schedule your surgery.You don’t

enraged beast with his red