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

tensed up and her

could speak,

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 take care of

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

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

"You’re giving yourself trouble."

out the cigarette and stood

no need to give the two of us trouble over something

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

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

said that, he left

door closed, and

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

a ‘thing’

died away and the expectation that shouldn’t have existed was sucked out too, leaving nothing

*** 

was only allowed to

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

was resting with his eyes

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

bed.Her eyes reddened as she watched the youth’s sleeping face.She said softly, "I’m

a happy family, and Stella was once a renowned

were involved in a plane accident while they were rushing home… It

Roger experienced how

her time playing the piano and

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

and

"Sis…"

uncomfortable.He rubbed the point between his eyebrows

long have

something and grabbed Stella’s

Weston? Where

he was, so she quickly comforted him,

"Sis!"

hear this so he interrupted, "That man’s keeping a celebrity as his mistress.He even got her

He was utterly exasperated.

do

darkened.She abruptly grabbed his shoulder

for the doctor to

like a little enraged beast