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. 

chuckled lower and kissed her ear. “My driver drives excellently. You don’t need to worry about him.” The driver knowingly raised the barrier between

for

Weston was just rich and had the ability to change cars whenever he liked. But now that she thought about it, he had clearly been driven by

sanctimonious gentleman he portrayed himself to be; even the suit he wore was devoid

already underneath her skirt, fondling and touching her

as if the

softly. She buried her face into the crook of his shoulder,

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

still early.

worker, a new day had just

clothes were in a mess, and her skirt was crumpled beyond

suit remained impeccably neat, leaving no trace of the passionate lovemaking a

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

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

chuckle from him.

and put it on Stella.

feel the difference