Mr. Ford Is Jealous

Chapter 288

At Weston Ford’s words, Stella Sealey quietly walked up to him. Her dainty form somehow looked even smaller beside him, and he completely eclipsed her. “Bend over,” he instructed from behind her. Stella, however, had no idea what he meant by that. Still, she tried by lowering her head stiffly, which only drew a chuckle from Weston. “Is that yoga?” Flushing, she promptly straightened and moved away. “I give up.” Weston did not get upset, however, and instead patted her on the cheek. “Getting embarrassed 

already?” Stella shrank from his touch but said nothing, which only delighted him more as he pinched her cheek. “Alright, I’ll stop teasing you— let’s get serious.” Gesturing at the waiter to bring him a cue stick, he put his hands around Stella, shifting her around until she had the right posture. As he lifted her arm slightly, he told her, “This angle is optimal for a hit. Also, keep your eyes level, and focus on the point of the ball you’re going to hit-do not hesitate, and try to focus the force on that point. While Weston was standing behind her, she was basically in her arms, and whenever he spoke beside her ears, his warm breath coasted all over her skin. Without any distance between them, as his chest leaned over her back, he seemed to sense even the slightest of her movements. Nonetheless, Stella was focused solely on her cue. Weston held her hand, teaching her blow-by-blow. 

Plonk! 

of his nephew, who consistently achieved the best outcome with relative ease. Be it in his studies, company management, or hobbies; he could casually reach the pinnacle of each discipline with relative ease. It was the reason Weston

Weston, “I’d

continue as she wished. He walked to another corner, beckoning

picking up a glass of wine for a sip while wiping sweat off his

poised herself for another hit and chuckled,

and returned it to the waiter’s tray. “She’s not