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.

want

and let her go. He leaned back against the sofa nonchalantly. The top two buttons on his shirt were now undone, exposing his collarbone. He sat there without saying anything, yet a cold aura that warned off everyone

tell that his mood had drastically improved. His face might still be emotionless, but his glowing eyes clearly revealed that he was pleased with this

assumed that Weston simply liked this woman. At the sight of that, they all knew not to mess around with Stella from

find it odd,

the elite circle for being indifferent to sex and alcohol.

publicly announced their engagement. There were even rumors that their son was born not too long ago. There had not been any announcement of a wedding yet, but everyone just assumed

were, however, a 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 much as you like, but never let it

sweep everything under the rug and

was pleased with Stella, the secretary sighed in relief. “Serve Mr. Ford well,” she whispered in Stella’s ear. “As long as you keep him happy, all your mistakes today will be ignored, understood?” “I’ve told you a hundred times!” Stella looked

“You…”