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 keep

up

speak,

you would bring 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

know what to say for a moment there,

something on my own.I won’t give

"You’re giving yourself trouble."

out the cigarette and stood

no need to give the two of us trouble over

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

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

said that, he left

door closed, and Stella

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

called their child a ‘thing’ with such

that shouldn’t have existed was

*** 

allowed to see Roger the next

came back to see her after he left, but he assigned someone

the ward, Roger was resting with

complexion was far worse compared to several days ago, and

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

used to have a happy family, and Stella was once

the day of her coming of age ceremony, their parents were involved in a plane accident while they

past few years, she and Roger experienced how heartless

of her time playing the piano and doing ballet,

on when Roger fell ill, Stella finally knew how important the money

and

"Sis…"

point between his eyebrows and sat

long have I been

something

is Weston? Where

furious he was, so she quickly comforted him,

"Sis!"

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

He was utterly exasperated.

do this

abruptly grabbed his

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

like a little enraged beast with his red