Mr. Ford Is Jealous

Chapter 70

Stella sighed and said nothing. With her head lowered, she pushed the flint on the metal lighter. Aflame materialized, Weston slowly moved the cigar towards the flame. His eyes were fixed on Stella as he leaned over.

White smoke rose from the cigar’s tip as it caught the flame. The tobacco sizzled slightly as it burned. The flame illuminated Weston’s face, rendering his features even more striking. At such a close distance, Stella could clearly discern the stark edges of his strong jawline. She wanted to look away but was firmly held in place by Weston.

Weston maintained his intense gaze on Stella’s face. He didn’t look away as he smoked the

cigar. He took a deep huff and released a cloud of thick rolling smoke onto her face.

Stella coughed immediately. Her eyes reddened, and tears started to form in the corners of her eyes. She covered her mouth with her hand, but it was shoved away by Weston.

He tried to look at her. He tried to look at her whole face without missing the smallest trace of emotion. He liked watching her this way. He liked watching the emotions on her face that he caused

Stella slapped his hand away. Once she recovered from her coughing fit, she took a deep breath.

you want me

on his shirt were now undone, exposing his collarbone. He sat there without saying anything, yet a cold aura that warned off everyone else from stepping into his personal

his mood had drastically improved. His face might still be

of that, they all knew not to mess around with Stella from then on. After all, she was Weston Ford’s favorite, and

did find it

had never shown interest in any women. He was well-known in the elite circle for being indifferent to sex and alcohol. All his life,

that their son was born not too long ago. There had not been any announcement of a wedding yet, but everyone just

good number of men in the elite circle who had pristine reputations but were, in reality, less than honorable. They had a tacit rule among them — fool around as

sweep everything under the rug and never let a single rumor leak out. In short, Guinevere

whispered in Stella’s ear. “As long as you keep him happy, all your mistakes today will be ignored, understood?” “I’ve

“You…”