Mr. Ford Is Jealous

Chapter 58

The look in his eyes was terrifying.

With the restricted space in the car, Stella could feel the chill in her bones.

She looked coldly at the man before her, and whatever remnant of past affection she had for him instantly vanished. “I said, can you please stop… mm!” Before she could repeat her entire sentence, Weston pressed his fingers against her lips.

His body hovered over hers, almost covering her entire body. There was a split second where he almost wanted to cover her mouth with hers when he heard the words he hated.

Yet, he decided against that and simply put his fingers to her lips with a dark look in his eyes.” Stella Sealey, don’t anger me.”

Their gazes locked.

Stella couldn’t help but tremble.

She clenched her fists, her guard clearly up.

a long time and, as if suddenly losing interest, he sat up

knew how unpleasant this

unnecessary struggle and decided to settle down, resigned to her fate. She even fastened her seatbelt. Weston saw her

stared straight ahead expressionlessly. “I know very

sharp screeching of tires pierced through

her, but she wasn’t

her head, and her gaze landed on a pair of cold, dark eyes.

Ford’s driving skills

remark instead of blowing her top at his abrupt

glanced past her face and tugged open the top button of his shirt, “As long as my skills in the bedroom are enough

“You…”

that.” Weston Ford, are you mad? You have a wife and

remained silent and focused on driving the silvery black Cullinan

cigarette leisurely as the massive SUV entered a wide expressway. He leaned his arm on the open