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

jaw tensed up

could speak, the man

bring to the Ford family by having this child, you’re having a hard enough

true.Stella didn’t know what to say for a moment there, but she clenched

something on my own.I won’t give you

"You’re giving yourself trouble."

the cigarette and

the two of us trouble over something that hasn’t taken

palms.She didn’t speak, and

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

said that, he

door closed, and Stella closed her

couldn’t compare to what Weston

child a ‘thing’ with such a cold

part of her heart gradually died away and the expectation that shouldn’t have existed

*** 

only allowed to

to see her after he left, but he assigned someone to watch over

the ward, Roger was

several days ago,

the bed.Her eyes reddened as she watched the youth’s sleeping face.She

family, and Stella was once a

accident while

years, she and Roger experienced how heartless the world

who never had to worry about survival, and spent most of her time playing the piano and doing ballet, found it difficult to even

finally knew how important the money she

and woke

"Sis…"

the point between his eyebrows and sat up with Stella’s

long have I

something

is Weston?

was, so she quickly

"Sis!"

man’s keeping a

He was utterly exasperated.

he do this to

darkened.She abruptly grabbed his shoulder

nothing to do with you.You just have to rest and wait for

a little enraged beast with his