Mr. Ford Is Jealous

Chapter 561 

Stella kept quiet and climbed into bed. She opened the blanket and lay her body down. 

She had planned to talk to him about Roger tomorrow, but then the moment she lay down in bed, Weston immediately turned over to the other side with his back facing her. It was obvious that he was still mad. 

She could almost feel a cold aura emanating from him. They were both lying in the same bed, yet it felt like they were on the opposite ends of the world. 

Stella stared at his back, recalling the days when they had just gotten married. Weston was not used to sharing a bed with someone else, so the minute they were done having sex, he would instantly get up and leave. 

This man never failed to leave indelible impressions on her. He would make her feel the utmost joy she could never have imagined, then drag her down to the deepest depths of hell where anguish and sorrow thrived. 

For countless nights, she would stare quietly at his back, not daring to touch him. 

But now, with a cold and indifferent heart, she gained the courage to inch closer to him with an appearance of warmth and tenderness. She was willing to do anything to get what she wanted from him. It was much easier now when she felt nothing 

for him, now that she didn’t care for pleasing him at all. In fact, it was only when she was unsure about her feelings for him that she found it hard to do these things. 

him that she could now act the way he wanted her to without

as long as she could get what she wanted

him because he suddenly moved even further

this did not deter Stella.

been utterly heartbroken. She would’ve spent hours upon hours thinking about what she must’ve done to

to him and hug him from behind. She

emboldened her. She got even closer to him and

being angry with

respond, but his breathing got

that he wasn’t completely unmoved by her gestures, so she nuzzled against his neck and

promise I’ll never do anything reckless like that ever again, okay? Besides, wasn’t it natural for me to be worried about Roger? He’s my brother, you know.

voice got gradually softer the longer she spoke, and

ignore her, that trembling nasal

who I can or can’t be jealous of,