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.

back instinctively, but

in wiping his shirt, stroke

dark, black eyes so intensely on Stella that it made her ears turn red. The sight made him hook his lips, satisfied with her reaction. “Be more careful. If you spill a

I won’t let you

innuendo filled

world was he

her first, Just then, his phone rang like

saw him furrow his brows, clearly displeased. He simply glanced at the incoming

so, Stella still managed to see the name on

to reality as she sneered at the man before her. “Not picking

even if it’s

was

felt frustration simmering

evaded Stella’s gaze, but sull did not pick up his call. He simply picked up the wine glass on the table 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 you intending to go home and keep your wife

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 to one side and straightened up her clothes, not looking

the contempt and disdain in her demeanor and had a sudden urge to smoke

cigarette.