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

she could speak, the man

hard enough time now just taking care of Roger.If you do have the child, how

what to say for a moment there,

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

"You’re giving yourself trouble."

out the cigarette and stood

no need to give the two of us trouble over something that hasn’t taken form yet, don’t

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

suit jacket and said,

he left

and

couldn’t compare to what Weston

a ‘thing’ with

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

*** 

to see

her after he left,

ward, Roger was resting with

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

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

family, and Stella was once a renowned young lady

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

and Roger experienced how

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

finally knew how important the money she never used to care about

frowned and woke

"Sis…"

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

long have

he suddenly remembered something and

Weston?

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

"Sis!"

he interrupted, "That man’s keeping a celebrity as his

He was utterly exasperated.

could he do this to

abruptly grabbed his shoulder and pressed him

wait for the doctor to schedule

looked like a little enraged beast with his red