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 the

up and her gaze

speak, the

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

didn’t know what to say for a moment

of something on my own.I

"You’re giving yourself trouble."

the cigarette and stood

of us trouble over something

her palms.She didn’t speak,

said,

that, he left

closed, and Stella closed her

buzzing noise ringing in her ears couldn’t compare to what Weston had

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

heart gradually died away and the expectation that shouldn’t have existed was sucked out too, leaving nothing but cold

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allowed to see

her after he left, but

Roger was resting with his

to several days ago, and there were a few obvious bruises on

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

a happy family, and Stella was once a

of her coming of age ceremony, their parents were involved in a plane accident

few years, she and Roger experienced how heartless

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

ill, Stella finally knew how important

and woke

"Sis…"

the point between his eyebrows

long have I

remembered something and grabbed Stella’s

Weston? Where

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

"Sis!"

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

He was utterly exasperated.

do this to

abruptly grabbed his shoulder and pressed him back

nothing to do with you.You just have to rest and wait for the doctor to schedule your surgery.You don’t have to worry

looked like a little enraged