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

tensed up

could speak, the

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

to say for a moment there, but

my own.I won’t give

"You’re giving yourself trouble."

out the cigarette

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

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

said, "Rest well.I’ll make

he

closed, and Stella closed

buzzing noise ringing in her ears couldn’t

child a ‘thing’ with

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

*** 

was only allowed to see

her after he left, but he assigned someone to watch

ward, Roger was resting with his

days ago, and there

and went over to sit down beside the bed.Her eyes reddened

have a happy family, and Stella was once a

accident while they were

Roger experienced how heartless the

never had to worry about survival, and spent most of her time playing the piano and doing ballet, found it difficult to even

Roger fell ill, Stella finally knew how important the money she never used to care about

and

"Sis…"

looked uncomfortable.He rubbed the point between his eyebrows and sat

long have I

he suddenly remembered something and grabbed

is Weston? Where is

saw how furious he was, so she quickly comforted him,

"Sis!"

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

He was utterly exasperated.

could he do this to

his shoulder and pressed him

just have to rest and wait for

little enraged beast with his