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

speak, the man

a hard enough time now just taking care of Roger.If you do have the child, how will you take

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

on my own.I won’t

"You’re giving yourself trouble."

out the

of us trouble over something that hasn’t taken

as her nails dug into her palms.She

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

he left

door closed, and Stella closed

noise ringing in her ears couldn’t compare to

have called their child a ‘thing’

expectation that shouldn’t have existed was sucked

*** 

allowed to see

he left, but he assigned

ward, Roger was resting with his

was far worse compared to several days ago, 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

happy family, and Stella was once a

were involved in a plane accident while they were rushing home… It only took

Roger experienced how heartless

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

how important the money she never used to

frowned and woke

"Sis…"

point between his eyebrows and sat up with

have I been

suddenly remembered something and grabbed Stella’s

is Weston? Where is

was, so she quickly

"Sis!"

he interrupted, "That man’s

He was utterly exasperated.

he do this to

darkened.She abruptly grabbed his

have to rest and wait for the

looked like a little enraged beast with