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

tensed up

could speak, the

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

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

my own.I won’t give you

"You’re giving yourself trouble."

put out the cigarette and

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

palms.She didn’t

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

that, he

door closed, and

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

called their child a ‘thing’ with such

expectation that shouldn’t have

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to see

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

the ward, Roger was resting

ago, and there were

bed.Her eyes reddened as she watched the youth’s sleeping

happy family, and Stella was once a renowned

in a plane accident while they were rushing home… It only took one night

and Roger

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

how important the money she never used to care

and

"Sis…"

point between his eyebrows

have

something

Weston? Where is

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

"Sis!"

want to hear this so he interrupted, "That man’s

He was utterly exasperated.

could he do

abruptly grabbed his shoulder and pressed him back

to rest and wait for

looked like a little enraged beast