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.

giving me this mansion, I won’t refuse, but I’ll sell

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 willing to help me

expression was gone

cigarette before saying, "I’ll get my assistant to transfer the money into your account in

faltered slightly but

"Thank you, Mr.Ford."

wasn’t exactly short, but she looked rather tiny in his

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

delicate, translucent, and delightful to the

wanted to touch her face.But he didn’t do anything.He just put out

blocked his hand

"It’s alright.I can manage."

Weston retracted his hand.

any emotion in his dark eyes, he

now? I’ll

expression tensed up and she forced

alright.I’ll just take a

"Mr.Ford, it’s best that we don’t get involved with each 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 that Ms.Cohen might be upset if she

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

huge sum of money when she needed

and tasted his body, she

they could have was

and for now, Stella still couldn’t forget

would rather have nothing to do with

only had to mention Guinevere and

a cab and gave the driver

Stardust Mansion through the rearview mirror and her eyes

was the place she

especially whenever she saw Weston, for she would recall the fact

on her

least she had another

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dance as a child, even winning many awards before.She could have gotten into a famous art school with

her parents hadn’t gotten into an accident, she might have still been the