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

tensed up and

speak,

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

know what to say for a moment

of something on my own.I

"You’re giving yourself trouble."

out the

give the two of us trouble over something that hasn’t taken form yet, don’t

palms.She didn’t speak,

said, "Rest well.I’ll make

he left

and Stella

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

their child a ‘thing’

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

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allowed to see

he left,

Roger was resting with his

several days ago, and there were a few obvious bruises on

the door gently and went 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 you

happy family, and Stella was once a renowned young lady

the day of her coming of age ceremony, their parents were involved in a plane accident while

and Roger experienced how heartless the world

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

ill, Stella finally knew how important the money

frowned and

"Sis…"

between his

long have I

remembered something and grabbed Stella’s

is Weston? Where

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

"Sis!"

want to hear this so he interrupted, "That man’s

He was utterly exasperated.

do

darkened.She abruptly grabbed his shoulder

rest and wait for the doctor to schedule

looked like a little enraged beast with his