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. 

Stop fooling around…” He chuckled lower and kissed her ear. “My driver drives excellently.

spacious and allowed for much hanky -panky between two

ability to change cars whenever he liked. But now that she thought about it, he had

looked every bit the sanctimonious gentleman he portrayed himself to be; even the suit he wore was devoid of a single

underneath her skirt, fondling and

and distant, as if the

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

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

still

office worker, a new day

out of the car, her clothes were in a mess, and her skirt

neat, leaving no trace of

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

took a deep breath. “I told you not to tear my clothes. Who was the one who completely ignored me?”

a chuckle from him. “Wear my

jacket and put it on

difference in their body sizes.