Mr. Ford Is Jealous

Chapter 82

So noisy…

Why was it so noisy?

Stella was already in much pain to begin with, but the unrelenting noise by her ears which sounded like people fighting worsened the pain further. “Mr. Hall…” She called for him once again. “Could you take me to the hospital?”

Justin stepped forward and looked into Weston’s eyes, “Mr. Ford, do you hear that? She’s calling for me.” Weston fell silent as he glared at the woman in his arms. Yet, he still showed no signs of handing her over to Justin. He was serious when he delivered that punch to Justin earlier. Justin touched the roof of his mouth with the tip of his tongue, which sent pain shooting through his face. Stella was probably not the only one who needed a doctor right now. He probably needed one himself, too

With that thought, he glanced tentatively at Weston. What relationship did he really have with Stella? It must be close enough for him to get so agitated. In his impression, everyone else always knew Weston as the cold prince. He always maintained his composure even if mountains were to come crashing down before him.

“I don’t want to repeat myself. Scram.” Weston ignored him and began walking away with Stella in his arms.

The woman in his arms suddenly opened her eyes, as if sensing that something was wrong. When she looked into Weston’s eyes, she was rudely awoken by the sight of him. “What are you doing here?” She struggled against his hold with all her might, her eyes filled with resistance. “Let me go! I said, let me go! Do you hear me?’

of consciousness. Earlier, she was in a daze and clueless about the situation. Now that she saw Weston’s face clearly, the

state, and you still refuse to let me go?” “Why can’t you just let me go?” Indignance

hated someone with such intensity. “I beg of you, please let me

Justin was shocked by Stella’s sudden reaction. He had no idea that she

keeping her forcefully in his embrace, and even tightened his hold over her. The sight

him, but her eyes were turning red as tears welled in her eyes. It might have

he met Stella, she would surely reject his advances. Yet, he never dared to

it all, raw and cutting. He had

hand out to wipe

effective on

looked coldly at the other man, “Are you sure you want

to offend you. I merely

bear the consequences of your actions.” With that, Weston released his grip