Mr. Ford Is Jealous

Chapter 17 

They had only stayed at Stardust Mansion for about six months.

But Stella had a feeling that she was all too familiar with each corner of the house.She even remembered which layer of the wardrobe Weston’s frequently used shirt was kept at, and which tie he liked to match it with.

Habit was a scary thing.

Stella had previously packed up her luggage, so it only took her less than ten minutes to leave the master bedroom with her luggage bag in tow.

The man was seated casually on the living room sofa with an arm propped on the armrest.His black shirt further darkened his expression.

Weston had a freshly lit cigarette sandwiched between his fingers.

The smoke in the air had yet to dissipate.He narrowed his eyes at Stella, then looked at her luggage bag.

"You don’t have to move out.I can give you this mansion."

He recalled how he had pitied her for some reason just now.

When Stella was changing into her slippers with her back facing him, he saw how skinny she was from the lines on her body.He only had one thought.

‘This woman is too thin"

He didn’t remember how bony she felt when he last hugged her.

Perhaps that atmosphere had deluded him into thinking she was still his meek wife who only had eyes for him, Weston subconsciously assumed Stella would say something intimate to him when she called his name.

Alas, she merely asked, "When are we collecting our divorce certificate?"

The cigarette suddenly burned Weston’s finger, scalding him.He flicked the ashes away and shifted into another position, crossing his legs.His leisurely and proud appearance made him seem like a natural-born noble.

"After all, we were once married."

Stella shook her head and dragged her luggage bag over.

"I have no use for this mansion.There’s no need for me to stay in such a big place by myself.If you’re okay with it, Mr.Ford, can you give me the equivalent value in cash instead?"

Weston’s expression darkened upon hearing this.He looked at her.

"You only want money?"

Stella nodded.

money right now.If you insist on giving me this mansion, I

Then, she frowned.

the contacts for such dealings, so I’m afraid that I might get cheated when I sell the house.If you’re

expression was gone from

"I’ll get my assistant to transfer the money into your account in

slightly but

"Thank you, Mr.Ford."

wasn’t exactly short, but she looked rather tiny

put on makeup.She only puts on light makeup sometimes for the sake of

delicate, translucent,

do anything.He just

his hand

"It’s alright.I can manage."

Weston retracted his hand.

emotion in his dark eyes, he

staying now? I’ll

up and she forced out a

just take a

other anymore unless necessary, especially for matters like giving me a ride.It may be a minor thing, but women care.Aren’t you afraid

he was only using her as a tool to incite Guinevere, this marriage was just a lie.Or, she could call it a

given her a huge sum of money when she

money and tasted his body, she would bury

best ending they could have was to be strangers

for now, Stella still couldn’t forget him completely, so meeting him would only cause her

rather have nothing to do with this man

to mention Guinevere and Weston would keep

a cab and gave

looked at Stardust Mansion through the rearview mirror and her eyes

was the place she used to call

Weston, for she would recall the fact that he had tricked her and then

placed her hand on her flat stomach

had

*** 

at her workplace at an office building for now.She had learned to play musical instruments and dance as a child, even winning many awards before.She could have gotten into a famous art school with her artistic skills, but her literature scores were just as impressive, so she had ended up attending another school

into an accident, she might have still been the old happy