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

jaw tensed up and her gaze

she could speak, the

hard enough

said was true.Stella didn’t know what to say for a moment

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

"You’re giving yourself trouble."

put out the cigarette

us trouble over something that hasn’t taken form

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

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

that, he

and Stella closed her

ringing in her ears couldn’t

child a ‘thing’ with such

died away and the expectation that

*** 

to see Roger the

see her after he left,

Roger was resting with his

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

gently and went over to sit down beside the bed.Her eyes reddened as she watched the youth’s sleeping face.She said softly, "I’m sorry… I didn’t protect you

have a happy family, and Stella was once a

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

years, she and Roger experienced how heartless the

time playing the piano and doing ballet, found it difficult to even

finally knew how important the money

frowned and woke

"Sis…"

point between his

have

remembered something

is Weston? Where is

he was, so she quickly

"Sis!"

"That man’s keeping a celebrity as his mistress.He even got

He was utterly exasperated.

he do this

his shoulder and pressed

just have to rest and wait for the doctor to schedule

little enraged beast with his red