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.

time and, as if suddenly losing interest, he sat

what had happened, Stella knew

down, resigned to her fate. She even fastened her seatbelt. Weston saw her movements from the rearview mirror, and the corners of his lips lifted slightly. “You’re

avoided his gaze. “What else can I do? I don’t want to get hauled away once again.” She stared straight ahead expressionlessly. “I know very well that I’ll just be doing myself a disservice by pitting myself against

of tires pierced through

before her, but she wasn’t injured, thanks to

cold, dark eyes. She tried to suppress the anger rising in

driving skills aren’t very

out a casual remark instead of blowing

shirt, “As long as my skills in the bedroom

“You…”

would say something like that.” Weston Ford, are you mad? You have

remained silent and focused on driving the silvery black Cullinan pulling forward at

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