Mr. Ford Is Jealous

Chapter 649

Stella woke up even later than before. 

Her whole body ached as though her limbs no longer belonged to her. Her knees felt weak, and she almost collapsed on the carpet when she got up. As usual, Weston woke up earlier than her, and he was already seated at the dining table when she came downstairs. 

Joan had prepared breakfast and was walking out of the kitchen when she saw Stella. “Ms. Steele,” she greeted. “Awake already?” Weston put down the book in his hand and glanced in her direction. “Have some breakfast.” Stella nodded and walked toward him, her footsteps heavy. 

She sat down and glanced at his book resting on the table. She asked with curiosity, “What book is that you’re reading?” 

She also saw him reading this book last night, but its cover was in a language she did not recognize. Weston said coolly, “A French book. Eat something first.” He caressed her head and put the book away. Stella retracted her gaze and sipped at her milk. 

It was warmed to a perfect degree and slid down her throat with relative ease. The sensation gave her momentary reprieve from her fatigue, but her voice was still hoarse. 

She cleared her throat as a large hand reached over to brush away the crumbs at the corner of her mouth. 

messy as

a napkin to wipe

gaze at her,” I’ll be going to work in half an hour. You better say whatever you want to say now, or you’ll have to hold it in for

had always been able to see through her

looked up at him. “That clothing

and the shop closed down as well…” “And so? Isn’t that what you wanted?” he said nonchalantly as if

even specify which shop it is. How do you know

her hand and used a napkin to wipe her fingers. After her fingers were all clean, he flung the napkin aside and said, “Since you were bullied in the first place, what’s

him,

him wipe his hand and hold her wrist. His slightly calloused thumb rubbed back and forth on the back

thought you wouldn’t bother yourself with such trivial matters…”

chimed as he lifted her chin to make her look into his eyes. “Tell me, are you happy?” “I’m not.” Stella looked back into

You promised that you would never

held no trace of other emotions.