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

tensed up

she could speak,

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

say for a moment there, but she clenched her

my own.I won’t give you any

"You’re giving yourself trouble."

the cigarette and stood

need to give the two of us trouble over something

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

said, "Rest well.I’ll make

he left

and Stella closed her

couldn’t compare to

child a ‘thing’ with such a cold

and the expectation that shouldn’t have existed was

*** 

was only allowed to

he left, but he

was resting with his

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

to sit down beside the bed.Her eyes reddened as she watched the youth’s sleeping

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

were involved in a plane accident while they were rushing home… It only took one night for them

past few years, she and Roger experienced how heartless

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

finally knew how important

and woke

"Sis…"

rubbed the point between his eyebrows and sat

have I

something and grabbed

is Weston? Where is

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

"Sis!"

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

He was utterly exasperated.

he do this

abruptly grabbed his shoulder and pressed him back

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

a little enraged