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. 

her ear.

allowed for much hanky -panky between

he liked. But now that she thought about it, he had clearly been

portrayed himself to be; even the suit he wore was devoid of a single

was already underneath her skirt,

as if the passionate, exploring hand

her head and pursed her lips tightly. She couldn’t stop herself from moaning softly. She buried her face into the crook of his shoulder, not wanting him to see the look on her face.

way. He lifted her face, not wanting to miss a single expression on

still early.

worker, a new

the car, her clothes were in a mess,

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

handle and was about to leave the car when Weston hugged her

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

merely earned a chuckle from him. “Wear my

and put it on

feel the difference in their