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

speak, the

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

didn’t know what to say for

of something on my

"You’re giving yourself trouble."

the

the two of us trouble

lips turned pale as her nails dug into her palms.She didn’t speak,

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

that, he left

closed, and Stella closed

in her ears couldn’t compare to what Weston had just

their child a ‘thing’

and the expectation that shouldn’t have

*** 

allowed to see Roger the next

to see her after he left, but he

was resting with

compared to several days ago,

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

a happy family, and Stella was once a renowned young lady

accident while they were

years, she and Roger experienced how heartless the

most of her time playing the piano and doing ballet, found it difficult

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

frowned and woke

"Sis…"

his eyebrows

have I been

suddenly remembered something and grabbed Stella’s

Weston?

how furious he was, so she quickly comforted him, "Calm

"Sis!"

want to hear this so he interrupted, "That man’s keeping

He was utterly exasperated.

could he do this

abruptly grabbed his

just have to rest and wait for the

like a little enraged beast with