Mr. Ford Is Jealous

Chapter 142 Anger boiled inside Stella. 

She could sense that the man in front of her was enraged. 

His hand pinned her shoulder down so hard it felt like he intended to break her bones. 

Weston held her tightly in his arms, wishing badly that he could keep every piece of her to himself. 

He couldn’t contain his rage at the sight of her smiling at the guy. It was only after they kissed that he felt somewhat better. 

As he smooched her, his hands couldn’t stop moving around her body. In utter disgust, Stella shoved him away with all her might. “Let go of me!” 

to not let him touch her

and affection only repelled

more enraged he became. “So you’re willing to degrade yourself in order to satisfy him and

old is he?” 40? His kid is barely 10 years younger than you! Come be my son’s stepmother if

started to tear her shirt’s button.

and without thinking, she slapped him hard on the face. Weston wasn’t prepared

up slightly and held

additional bruises on his face, such as a bruised corner of his lips. She didn’t know who he was fighting with, but she didn’t care. She just thought what he said before was awful. “I’d rather die than be your and Guinevere’s son’s stepmother!” I’ll never forget how my kid died.” It was

shut his eyes as the memories haunted him.

he was feeling any better about it. He clenched his fist and suddenly slammed it on the wall. A stream of blood cascaded down his fingers and down the wall. The dense bloodstains formed a beautiful