Mr. Ford Is Jealous

Chapter 648

Weston kept to his word and only allowed Stella to eat junk food once a week. 

From then on, all the meals that Joan whipped up were nutritious. They tasted delicious, but Stella never had much of an appetite and often ate just a little before returning to her workstation. 

Joan felt perturbed at the possibility that her cooking skills might have deteriorated . She glanced at Weston, who was seated on the couch, and asked, “Sir, shall I cook something else and send it to Ms. Steele?” 

“No need for that.” Weston looked in the direction of Stella’s workstation. “Let her be.” 

Joan nodded and went off to busy herself with other things. 

Stella would be shooting the film’s last scene tomorrow, and she was taking it very seriously. She glanced at the clock and noticed that it was already eleven o’clock at night. 

She stretched her arms out and saw a dim light coming from the corridor outside. That indicated that Weston was probably still awake, and her heart sank. 

She took out the bottle of medicine and pondered for a moment before popping one. 

down with a gulp of water when her door was opened. Weston stood by the doorway, wearing a deep blue robe.” Still awake?”

up and was ready for bed; his usually neat, slicked-back hair

in her

nodded and turned to leave, though he left the

bedroom and saw Weston already on the bed. When he saw her enter the room, he put down the book in his hand.

shower,” he told her.

splashed on her body, accompanying the rise in

eyes and stood under the shower, trying to recall what time she had taken the medicine. Perhaps it was because she had been taking so much lately that

would feel more tired after the

more weeks before Zeta was scheduled to return from her business trip. Only until then was she able to

night, and Weston didn’t intend to do anything to

Stella walking out dressed in a robe. Before he spoke a word, she threw open the covers and dove into bed. Her slightly cold skin touched him, carrying with it moisture fresh from her shower. The temperature began rising.

and pressed the back of his hand on her forehead. “Do you feel

her