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

jaw tensed up

speak, the

to the Ford family by having this child, you’re having a hard enough time now just taking care of Roger.If

know what to say for a moment there, but she clenched

on my own.I won’t give you any

"You’re giving yourself trouble."

put out the cigarette and

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

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

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

said that, he

closed, and

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

have called their child a ‘thing’ with

part of her heart gradually died away and the expectation that shouldn’t have existed was sucked out too,

*** 

only allowed to see Roger the

he left, but

the ward, Roger was resting with his

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

eyes reddened as

and Stella was once

her coming of age ceremony, their parents were involved in a plane accident while they were rushing home… It only took one night for them

Roger experienced how heartless

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

Stella finally knew how important

frowned and

"Sis…"

the point between his eyebrows and sat up with Stella’s

have I been

remembered something

Weston? Where is

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

"Sis!"

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

He was utterly exasperated.

could he do this to

darkened.She abruptly grabbed his shoulder

with you.You just have to rest and wait for the doctor to schedule your surgery.You don’t have to worry about

a little enraged beast with