Mr. Ford Is Jealous

Chapter 755

Weston had bought her many things, including the bracelet, necklace, nightgown, and bags. She did not take them with her and packed quickly. 

In less than fifteen minutes, she was done packing and stood in front of Weston with her luggage. 

Weston poured himself a glass of champagne. When he saw her like this, he shifted his gaze away and said coldly, “Take all your stuff with you. Don’t leave them here. It’s an eyesore.” 

Stella looked down. “I packed all my belongings… The rest are the things you bought for me.” 

After saying that, she took out a card and placed it on the coffee table. She told him, “I’m returning this to you too. I’ve left whatever I’ve bought with the card in the room. If you have time, you can check the bills.” 

She said that, but she knew Weston was not a stingy man. She was just desperate to draw a line with him. 

Weston added two ice cubes into his glass. As the ice hit the glass, it made a crisp sound. 

a little restless. At this point, she became

not expect that he would let go of her so easily. She could not help but think that if she had known he would react like this, maybe she should have let him

finished the champagne in the glass in a

his action revealed his clearly defined jaw and the perfect outline of his figure. He did not say anything yet, so Stella waited for his

said, “Take the worthless stuff away with you. If you won’t, throw

glance and said softly, “Then could you please help me

continued to let her face his

muttered softly, “Goodbye.” Then, she took her luggage and turned to leave. Weston was left alone in the room. He waited until he heard the sound of the door lock and closed his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, there was nothing but coldness in his eyes. The deep emotions within were unreadable.

the way Stella had left without hesitation just now, he suddenly slammed his glass on

into pieces on

slammed a glass in the office earlier. The wound on his hand was still bleeding a little. His wound had reopened because of his actions and painted his palm

moment he came back, Stella had not noticed the wound on his

the light. His figure seemed to have blended into the endless night with nothing but coldness and loneliness looming