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. 

their wedding today, he had changed

had personally picked it out

her, but unexpectedly, his

his force was so powerful her arms hurt a

closed her eyes and bit her lower lip without making a

say that Weston was terrifying in his current form was an understatement.

a sign of his inconsolable

daring to plead, all she

anything? Is there nothing you want to say to me?”

all control of herself and began trembling

eyes, and her forehead

she said this with a husky

her and pinched her chin. “Is sorry the only thing you want to say to

head, wanting to break free from

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

reason while I am still willing

Stella

you run