Mr. Ford Is Jealous

Chapter 733

Stella squinted at the sunlight piercing through the dark with a staccato, so tired that she could hardly manage a sound. She lifted an arm and shaded her eyes. 

Weston stood up, buttoning up his white shirt, and walked to the windows to pull the shades down. 

Stella turned to her side in a bid to return to sleep. She felt a warm touch at the back of her ear. It was Weston kissing her. “I’m heading to the office. Have a good rest here this afternoon.” 

Stella nodded. “Go ahead.” 

She was so exhausted that she had to force herself to speak, not to mention that her voice sounded nasal. 

Weston chuckled lowly and pinched her nose cheekily, eliciting annoyed grumbles from Stella. “Quit it…you’re such a bother…” 

He stood up leisurely. 

Stella slept more soundly than she usually did. By the time she woke up, it was already late in the afternoon. 

She pulled open the covers and saw hickeys of various sizes imprinted on her legs. Her knees went weak the moment she stood, and she almost collapsed onto the  carpeted floor. 

legs would be sore and ache.

some food had been prepared for her inside, and all she needed to do was to take it out and enjoy

Weston had become so thoughtful. He always had everything prepared meticulously for her, making sure that all her needs were taken care of.

seemed to have exchanged

one who cared for him, never giving Weston a chance to worry about her. She shook her head to chase away

guilty, and that was all.

a cup of milk in one hand

gone overboard these two

last her a while would

as anxiety began creeping into her heart at the sight

was scheduled to return. Had she known this, she should have gotten some medicine from Zeta that day at the

bother her, seeing how she was so occupied with the issue between Xavier and Daisy.

to see her involved with Weston, either.

and hesitation to cumulate into trouble for

demanding sex drive, she wasn’t expecting to

to the influence of the medicine, but if she were to suddenly turn cold and disinterested with nary a bodily reaction toward his passion or even reject his advances , Weston would probably sense that something was off.

she knew…