Mr. Ford Is Jealous

Chapter 394 A sense of helplessness washed over Stella. “I have my own things to do, too. I can‘t even go to the bathroom if you insist on that.” 

“Did I not let you go to the bathroom just now?” 

Stella remained silent, 

She rubbed between her brows. “I want to get some water. Can you let me go, please?” 

Weston refused. 

She stood up, and he stood up along with her. 

as you please, I‘ll have to trouble the doctor to come and secure the needle again!” “Help me push the drip. I‘ll go with you to get some water.” Weston found it absolutely reasonable. Stella was speechless. “The kitchen is right there. You can watch me pouring water for myself. Will I grow wings and fly out of this place?” Weston remained silent with pursed lips. His eyes widened as he considered telling her that he was indeed worried that someday, she would grow wings and fly out of this place, never to be seen again. Just like how she jumped off the building that day.

fell off that tall building, just like that. If she really had wings, she would certainly choose to leave

want to see

but she now keenly sensed how difficult it could be to please a

like the devil, sent

get a cup of water from the kitchen, Weston dragged her back to the couch

her just like a bolster, refusing to let her go. Stella did not find herself very small in stature. Although skinny, her

embrace, the disparity in size was stark. She felt like a doll, clamped tightly in place by

choice but to stay by his side while on a drip. The night gradually fell