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

up

could speak,

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

said was true.Stella didn’t know what to say for

my own.I won’t give you any

"You’re giving yourself trouble."

the

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

pale as her nails dug into her palms.She didn’t speak, and Weston didn’t

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

he

closed, and Stella closed

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

called their child a ‘thing’ with such a

the expectation that shouldn’t have existed was sucked out too, leaving nothing

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allowed to

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

the ward, Roger was resting with his

ago, and there were a few obvious bruises on

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

used to have a happy family, and Stella was once a renowned young lady in their

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

past few years, she and Roger experienced how heartless the world

worry about survival, and spent most of her time playing the piano and doing ballet, found it

Stella finally knew how important the

frowned and

"Sis…"

looked uncomfortable.He rubbed the point between his

long have

remembered something and grabbed Stella’s

Weston?

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

"Sis!"

interrupted, "That man’s keeping a

He was utterly exasperated.

could he do this to

darkened.She abruptly grabbed his shoulder and

for the doctor to schedule your surgery.You don’t have to worry about

like a little enraged beast