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

up and her gaze

she could speak, the man

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

to say for a moment there, but

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

"You’re giving yourself trouble."

the cigarette and stood

trouble

her palms.She didn’t speak, and Weston

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

he

and Stella closed her

ears couldn’t compare to what Weston

have called their child a ‘thing’ with such a cold

away and the expectation that shouldn’t have existed was sucked out too, leaving nothing

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only allowed to see

to see her after he left,

Roger was resting with his

compared to several days ago, and there were a

bed.Her eyes reddened as she watched the youth’s

Stella was once a renowned young lady

accident while they were rushing home… It only took one night for them

years, she and Roger experienced

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

knew how important the money she never used

and

"Sis…"

rubbed the point between his eyebrows and sat

have I been

he suddenly remembered something and

Weston?

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

"Sis!"

he interrupted, "That man’s keeping

He was utterly exasperated.

he do this

eyes darkened.She abruptly grabbed his shoulder and pressed

just have to rest and wait for the doctor to

like a little enraged beast