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

up and her

speak, the man

family by having this child, you’re having a hard enough time now

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

of something on my own.I

"You’re giving yourself trouble."

the cigarette and

of us trouble over

palms.She didn’t

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

that, he

and Stella closed her

ears couldn’t compare to what Weston

have called their child a ‘thing’

heart gradually died away and the expectation that shouldn’t have existed was

*** 

to see Roger the next

never came back to see her after he left, but he assigned someone

ward, Roger was

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

eyes reddened as she watched the youth’s sleeping face.She said softly, "I’m sorry… I didn’t

used to have a happy family, and Stella was once a

plane accident while they were rushing home… It only took one

she and Roger experienced how heartless

time playing the piano and doing ballet, found it difficult

finally knew how important the money she never used to

frowned and woke

"Sis…"

between his eyebrows and sat up

long have

something and

is Weston? Where

was, so she

"Sis!"

he interrupted, "That man’s keeping a celebrity

He was utterly exasperated.

could he do this to

his

wait for

looked like a little enraged beast with his red