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

up and her gaze

she could speak,

you’re having a hard enough time

was true.Stella didn’t know what to say for a moment there, but she clenched her

think of something on my own.I won’t give you any

"You’re giving yourself trouble."

put out the

two of us trouble

her palms.She didn’t speak, and Weston didn’t

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

said that, he left the

door closed, and Stella closed

ears couldn’t compare to what Weston had just said

have called their child a ‘thing’

expectation that

*** 

was only allowed to see Roger

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

ward, Roger was resting with

to several days ago, and there were a few

and went over to sit down beside the bed.Her eyes

Stella was once a renowned

of her coming of age ceremony, their parents were involved in a plane accident while they were rushing

and Roger experienced how

had to worry about survival, and spent most of her time playing the piano and doing

finally knew how important the money she never used to care

frowned and woke

"Sis…"

rubbed the point between his

long have I

remembered something and grabbed Stella’s

Weston? Where

she quickly comforted him,

"Sis!"

so he interrupted, "That man’s

He was utterly exasperated.

he do

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 anything

like a little enraged beast with his red