Mr. Ford Is Jealous

Chapter 912 

A clear voice that reeked with an oppressive aura and gut wrenching sharpness sounded from above her head. 

Perhaps it was the stiff atmosphere that they were both eerily calm, like a thread stretched so thin it could snap at any moment. 

Stella looked up and saw a man in a suit standing at the cabin door. His hand gripped the door frame, and his bony fingers vaguely showed his bulging blue veins. 

He was so tall that he blocked out all the light, leaving only a long shadow on the floor. 

It was a shadow that almost engulfed her entire body. 

Stella clenched her fists slowly, and her lips turned white. She could not utter a single word. 

The sound of heavy footsteps thumped toward her. 

And then he stood in front of her. 

The familiar oppressive aura that loomed above her head began to hit her. 

She started to tremble but was swept into a pine–scented embrace before she knew it. 

it was their wedding today, he had changed his scent to suit the theme of

picked it

she thought he would question and punish her, but unexpectedly, his first reaction was to hug her.

so powerful her arms hurt a

and bit her lower lip without making

Weston was terrifying in

expressionless was a sign of his

daring to plead, all she

to say to me?” he whispered into her ear

control of herself

her eyes, and her forehead was covered with sweat.“ I‘m

this with a

her chin. “Is sorry the

her eyes and turned her head, wanting to break free from his

He pinned her against the bulkhead with some

I am still willing to talk to you nicely.”

Stella

you run