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.

instinctively, but Weston held her hand in place

hand in wiping

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.

I won’t let you

innuendo filled

world was he thinking

her first, Just then, his phone rang like

gaze and saw him furrow his brows, clearly displeased. He simply glanced at

quickly he did so, Stella still managed to

rudely back to reality as she sneered at the

even if

was thick with

frustration simmering in

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

words made the temperature of the air in the private room drop by a few degrees. 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 to one side and straightened

and disdain in her demeanor and had a sudden

cigarette.