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 her gaze

speak,

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

to say for a moment there, but she clenched

will think of something on my own.I

"You’re giving yourself trouble."

put out the cigarette and stood

no need to give the two of us trouble over something

her palms.She didn’t speak, and Weston

his suit jacket and said, "Rest well.I’ll

that, he

closed, and Stella closed

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

child a ‘thing’ with such a

the expectation that shouldn’t have existed was sucked out

*** 

only allowed to see Roger the next

her after he left, but he assigned someone to watch

ward, Roger was resting

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

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

family, and Stella was once a renowned

age ceremony, their parents were involved in a plane accident while they

and Roger experienced

survival, and spent most of her time playing the piano

ill, Stella finally knew how important the money she never

frowned and woke

"Sis…"

point between his eyebrows and

have I

he suddenly remembered something

is Weston? Where

furious he was, so she quickly comforted him,

"Sis!"

didn’t want to hear this so he interrupted, "That man’s keeping a

He was utterly exasperated.

do

abruptly grabbed his shoulder and pressed

to rest and wait for the doctor to

little enraged beast