Mr. Ford Is Jealous

Chapter 79

It might have been the recollection of the scene earlier that triggered the effects of the drug in her blood.

She opened her eyes wide, which were slightly red and bloodshot, and couldn’t stop her body from shaking involuntarily.

Justin could clearly see that something was wrong with Stella as he crouched down before her. “What exactly is going on with you?”

awake, “I’m really sorry. Could you send me to the hospital, please?”

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In the dimly lit private room. A moment’s change made the noisy and bustling private room turn deadly silent. No one dared to make a sound as they all looked tentatively at Weston. Ever since Stella left, he thrashed everything within reach in the private room. Beginning with the table right before him, to the wine glass that Stella poured wine into for him, almost everything was smashed mercilessly on the floor. Glass shards were all over the floor.

dared to even breathe, clueless as to why Weston was so worked

himself did not

that moment, he was seated in a dark corner, his dress pants slightly wrinkled from being sat on by Stella. His buckle shone in the light, while the red stains

shrouded in the darkness. His slightly heavy breaths betrayed the bad mood he was currently in. He took a long puff of his cigarette as scenes from earlier replayed endlessly in his

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over himself. Earlier, he had forced Stella into his embrace,

merely wanted to recall how he had lost control back then, but did not expect the mere memory to flip a switch

cursed inwardly and somehow sensed that something was off, as if there was something else

sat up straight, their faces tense. “I…” The fragrance in

to

were commonplace in venues such as these, and