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

speak, the man

to the Ford family by 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

on my own.I won’t

"You’re giving yourself trouble."

out the cigarette and

two of us trouble

her palms.She didn’t speak, and Weston didn’t have the patience to

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

he left the

door closed, and Stella closed

in her ears couldn’t compare to what

their child a ‘thing’ with such a

expectation that shouldn’t have existed was sucked out

*** 

only allowed to

never came back to see her after he left, but he assigned someone to watch

Roger was resting with his

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

heart ached.She closed the door gently and went over to sit down beside the bed.Her eyes reddened

and Stella was once a renowned

their parents were involved in a plane accident while they were rushing home… It only

Roger experienced how

worry about survival, and spent most of her time playing the piano and doing ballet, found

finally knew how important the money she never used to care about would

and woke

"Sis…"

rubbed the point between his eyebrows and

long have

remembered something and grabbed

Weston? Where

she quickly

"Sis!"

want to hear this so he interrupted, "That man’s keeping a celebrity as his

He was utterly exasperated.

he do

eyes darkened.She abruptly grabbed his shoulder

rest and wait for the doctor to schedule your surgery.You don’t have to worry about anything

enraged