Mr. Ford Is Jealous

Chapter 75

Weston took a sip from the wine glass Stella held to his lips,

However, Stella’s hand shook and some of the wine spilled out, staining Weston’s pristine white shirt

Instead of making the shirt look dirty, the dark red stains added a dangerous, menacing aura to Weston.

He was half-shrouded in darkness, and the other half under dim light. He looked just like half an angel and half a devil.

Stella immediately put the glass down. “I’m sorry about this.”

She pulled out some napkins, intending to clean up the mess.

Her hand suddenly paused in mid-air as she hesitated, “Mr. Ford, perhaps you should do it yourself.”

Weston kept silent and stared right into her eyes. He reached out, grabbed her wrist, and maneuvered her hand to press the napkin onto his shirt.

The positions of the stains were slightly awkward.

her hand back instinctively, but Weston

wiping his shirt, stroke by

dark, black eyes so intensely on Stella that it made her ears turn red. The sight made him hook his lips, satisfied with

I won’t let you off

his innuendo filled remark,

the world was he

clenched her first, Just then, his phone rang like a

her gaze and saw him furrow his brows, clearly displeased. He simply glanced at the incoming caller and flung his

Stella still managed to

she sneered at the man before her. “Not picking

even if it’s Guinevere

voice was thick with

frustration

and took a sip. A while later, the phone stopped buzzing, indicating that Guinevere had most likely given up. “It’s already so late. Mr. Ford, aren’t

By the time she turned to look at Weston again, the lazy and leisurely atmosphere was all but gone, and there was only cold distance left in his eyes. He released his grip over Stella, and she immediately got off his lap. She sat

and disdain in her demeanor and had a sudden

cigarette.