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 the

tensed up

she could speak, the man

you’re having a hard enough time now just

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

of something on my own.I won’t

"You’re giving yourself trouble."

put out the

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

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

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

that, he left the

closed, and Stella closed her

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

a ‘thing’ with such

that shouldn’t have existed was sucked out too, leaving nothing but cold

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allowed to see

back to see her after he left, but

Roger was resting

days ago, and there were a few obvious

door gently and went over 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 protect you

a happy family, and Stella was once a renowned young

parents were involved in a plane accident while they were rushing home… It only took one night for them to

past few years, she and Roger experienced how heartless the

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

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

frowned and woke

"Sis…"

rubbed the point between his

have I been

he suddenly remembered something

Weston? Where

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

"Sis!"

"That man’s keeping a celebrity as

He was utterly exasperated.

he do

his shoulder and

just have to rest and wait for the doctor to

like a little enraged beast with