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. 

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

picked it out for him.

thought he would question and punish her, but unexpectedly,

was so powerful her arms

and bit her lower lip

Weston was terrifying in his current form

his expressionless was a sign of his

to plead, all she

to say to me?” he whispered into her ear

finally lost all control of

her forehead

she said this with a

her chin. “Is

closed her eyes and turned her head, wanting to

her way. He pinned her against the bulkhead with some force and took up the space between her legs with his

am still willing to talk to you

reason?” Stella

you run