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 the

jaw tensed up

could speak, the

enough

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

on my own.I won’t give

"You’re giving yourself trouble."

the cigarette

of us trouble over something that

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

and said, "Rest

that, he left

door closed, and Stella

her ears couldn’t compare to what Weston had just

have called their child a ‘thing’ with such a cold

heart gradually died away and the expectation that shouldn’t have existed

*** 

allowed to see Roger

he left, but he

the ward, Roger was resting with his

days ago, and there were

beside the bed.Her eyes reddened as she watched the

Stella was once a renowned young lady in

were involved in a plane accident

years, she and Roger experienced how

of her time playing the piano and doing ballet, found

ill, Stella finally knew how important the

and

"Sis…"

between his eyebrows and

have I been

he suddenly remembered something

Weston? Where is

so she quickly

"Sis!"

want to hear this so he interrupted, "That man’s keeping a celebrity as

He was utterly exasperated.

could he do this to

abruptly grabbed his shoulder and pressed

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

enraged beast with his