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. 

not someone who fancied cologne, but since it was their wedding today, he had changed his scent to suit the theme of

personally picked it out for him.

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

so powerful her arms hurt

her lower lip without

Weston was terrifying in his current form was

a sign

to plead, all she could do was await

nothing you want to say

all control of herself and

her forehead

the end, she said this

suddenly let go of her and pinched her chin. “Is sorry the only thing you want

turned her head, wanting to break free

let her have her way. He pinned her against the bulkhead

am still

reason?” Stella

did you