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. 

ear. “My driver drives excellently.

spacious and allowed for

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

he portrayed himself to be; even the suit

already underneath her skirt, fondling and touching her

distant, as if the passionate, exploring hand didn’t

buried her face into the crook of his shoulder, not wanting him to see the look

man as wicked as Weston would never allow her to have  her way. He lifted her face, not wanting to miss

still early.

worker, a new day had

got out of the car, her clothes were in

suit remained impeccably neat, leaving no trace of the

her hand on the door handle and was about to leave the car when Weston hugged her waist from behind. “Who are

and took a deep breath. “I told you not to tear my clothes. Who was the one

merely earned a chuckle

jacket and put it on Stella.

feel the difference in their body