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

tensed up and her

speak,

having this child, you’re having a hard enough time

what to say for a

my own.I won’t

"You’re giving yourself trouble."

the cigarette and stood

no need to give the two of us trouble over something that hasn’t taken form yet,

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

he

closed, and

buzzing noise ringing in her ears couldn’t compare

have called their child a ‘thing’

part of her heart gradually died away and the expectation that shouldn’t have

*** 

allowed to see Roger the

never came back to see her after he

was resting with

ago, and there were a few obvious bruises on his

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

a happy family, and Stella was once a

day of her coming of age ceremony, their parents were involved in a plane accident while they were rushing home… It only

she and Roger experienced how heartless the

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

important the money she never used

frowned and

"Sis…"

uncomfortable.He rubbed the point between his eyebrows and sat up with Stella’s

have I been

remembered something

Weston? Where

so she quickly comforted him, "Calm

"Sis!"

this so he interrupted, "That man’s keeping

He was utterly exasperated.

could he do

abruptly grabbed his shoulder and

with you.You just have to rest and wait for the doctor

a little enraged