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

jaw tensed up and her

could speak, the

enough time now just

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

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

"You’re giving yourself trouble."

out the cigarette and stood

to give the two of us trouble

nails dug into her palms.She

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

he left the

door closed, and Stella closed

ears couldn’t compare to what Weston had

a ‘thing’ with such a

expectation that shouldn’t have existed was

*** 

was only allowed to see Roger

after he left, but he assigned someone to watch

the ward, Roger was resting with

was far worse compared to several days ago, and there were a few obvious bruises

bed.Her eyes reddened

family, and Stella was once a renowned young

her coming of age ceremony, their parents were involved in a plane accident while they were rushing home… It only took one night for them to fall

past few years, she and Roger experienced how heartless the

who never had to worry about survival, and spent most of her time playing the piano

important the money she never used

frowned and woke

"Sis…"

point between his eyebrows and sat up with

have I been

remembered something

is Weston? Where is

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

"Sis!"

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

He was utterly exasperated.

he do

darkened.She abruptly grabbed his shoulder and pressed him

for the doctor to schedule

little enraged beast with his