Mr. Ford Is Jealous

Chapter 730 

Stella didn’t want to respond to him. 

However, she was locked in his embrace and had her face cupped between his hands. She had no choice but to stare right back into his deep, dark eyes. 

“Weston, let me down….”. 

He lifted her chin. “You’re still angry. How can I let you  go yet?” 

Stella squirmed in discomfort under his hot, brazen stare. She turned her face away and insisted, “I’m not angry.” “Are you sure about that?” 

Weston pinched her chin harder and forced her to look back into his eyes. “Liar, one more charge against you.” 

With that, he leaned in closer to Stella’s lips. 

That fresh and familiar scent of his was an invasion of her olfactory senses. It was the smell of his aftershave, perhaps mixed with a faint scent of tobacco from his menthol cigarettes. 

It didn’t smell bad, though. 

The warm gust of air from his nose and mouth lingered on her skin, numbing her wherever it touched. 

his touch and furrowed her brows.” Let’s get on the road. Stop fooling around…” He chuckled lower and kissed her ear. “My driver drives excellently. You don’t need to worry about him.”

seats were spacious and allowed for much hanky

Weston was just rich and had the ability to change cars whenever he liked. But now that she

gentleman he portrayed himself to be; even the suit he wore was devoid of a single crease or wrinkle.

hand was already underneath her skirt, fondling

cold and distant, as if the passionate, exploring hand didn’t belong

from moaning softly. She buried her face into the crook of his shoulder, not wanting

her way. He lifted her face, not wanting to miss

was still

office worker, a

time Stella got out of the car, her clothes were in a mess,

impeccably neat, leaving no trace of the passionate lovemaking a moment

Weston hugged her waist from behind. “Who are you intending to show yourself to, in your current

“I told you not to tear my clothes. Who was the one

chuckle from him. “Wear my

off his jacket and put

feel the difference