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

jaw tensed up and

speak,

child, you’re having a hard enough time now just taking

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

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

"You’re giving yourself trouble."

put out the cigarette and

need to give the two of us trouble over something that hasn’t taken

pale as her nails dug into her palms.She didn’t speak, and Weston didn’t

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

said that, he

closed, and

ears couldn’t compare to what Weston had just

called their child a ‘thing’ with such

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

*** 

was only allowed to see Roger the

came back to see her after he

the ward, Roger was

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

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

have a happy family, and Stella was

accident while

few years, she and Roger experienced how heartless the world could

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

knew how important the money she

frowned and

"Sis…"

the point between his eyebrows and sat up with Stella’s

have I been

he suddenly remembered something and

is Weston?

was, so she quickly

"Sis!"

so he interrupted, "That man’s keeping a celebrity as his

He was utterly exasperated.

do

his shoulder and pressed

wait for the

a little enraged