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. 

sore and ache. With some effort,

on the fridge, which told her that some food had been prepared for her inside, and all she needed to do

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

to have

been the one who cared for him, never giving Weston a chance to worry about her. She shook her

man simply felt guilty, and that was all.

in mind, she walked to the couch and settled herself down on it. She sipped a cup

overboard these

supposed to last her a while would  soon run

anxiety began creeping into her heart at the sight of the

scheduled to return. Had she known

probably returned in a rush, and Stella didn’t want to bother her, seeing how she was so occupied

didn’t want Zeta to see her involved with

hesitation to cumulate into trouble for

expecting to have a

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

she