Mr. Ford Is Jealous

Chapter 165

Weston stood there gazing at Stella who was sound asleep on the sofa. His disheveled black hair cast a shadow across his eyes, rendering his expression impossible to read. 

He stayed that way for so long that he’d forgotten what time it was. It was the cold breeze that finally prompted him to go back inside. He slid the door open, sauntered over to Stella, and picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. 

The next morning, Stella woke up to find herself in a tight embrace. She felt something hard bolstering her neck. She opened her eyes and saw that it was a man’s arm. 

“Weston,” she muttered without even thinking, trying to push the man away. 

But Weston did not get up. With his eyes still closed, he hugged Stella a little tighter. “Let’s sleep a little longer,” he murmured in her ear. “Okay?” Stella struggled to get up so she could check the time. “I need to go to work,” she told him. Weston pinned her body down before she could get away and pulled her back into his arms, not even letting her move. “Let’s sleep a little longer,” he repeated in an insistent tone. 

Stella sighed. 

really need to go to work,”

the nightstand to get her phone where she always placed it, only to find that it wasn’t there. She then remembered that she fell asleep on the sofa last night. So how did she end up here?

bed with a mixture of complicated feelings. She didn’t dwell

checked the time and found that it was still early, so she took a quick shower, got ready, and was about to leave. Weston was awakened by the noise, so he got out of bed. He glanced at her, then with a vacant face told her, “I’ve asked the driver to come pick you up.” Stella nodded and made no objections. “Aren’t you going to work today?” she asked, noticing that he was still in his nightshirt. Before Weston could reply, she heard the sound of a car

see his reaction. 

any curiosity or interest in him now. Everything she said even sounded flat and impassive, like a robot reading out a line of code, completely void of emotions. Weston stared at the door. His eyes were dark and brooding.

Yvonne cheerfully handing out gifts. Yvonne beamed when she noticed Stella. “It’s only been a few days since I last saw