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

tensed up and

speak, the

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

know what to say for a moment there, but she

my own.I won’t give you

"You’re giving yourself trouble."

out the cigarette

trouble over something that hasn’t taken form yet,

palms.She didn’t

jacket and said,

that, he left

closed, and Stella closed her

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

a ‘thing’

expectation that shouldn’t have existed was sucked out too, leaving nothing but cold

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only allowed to see Roger the

came back to see her after he left, but

the ward, Roger was resting with

ago, and there were

sit down beside the bed.Her eyes reddened as she watched

and Stella was

of her coming of age ceremony, their parents were involved in a plane accident while they were rushing home… It only took one

few years, she and Roger experienced how

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

how important the money she never used to care

and

"Sis…"

point between his eyebrows and sat up

long have I been

something and grabbed

Weston? Where

so she quickly

"Sis!"

he interrupted, "That man’s

He was utterly exasperated.

could he do this

darkened.She abruptly grabbed his shoulder and pressed

to do with you.You just have to rest and wait for the doctor to schedule

looked like a little enraged