Mr. Ford Is Jealous

Chapter 916 

Weston didn‘t seem to think she would act like this and was slightly surprised. 

But he didn‘t show it on his face. Instead, he continued to look at her, curious to see what she would do next. 

Stella‘s movements were prolonged, and she seemed to be a little hesitant. 

She glanced in the direction outside the cabin, worried that those people would come in. Seemingly seeing her thoughts, He said casually, “Without my orders, they won‘t come in.” 

She pursed her lips for a while and continued what she was doing. 

She put her hand on the buckle of the man‘s belt; the metallic sheen reflecting the horrible state her face was in. 

The well-tailored trousers wrapped around his long legs with smooth muscle lines. Stella knew what the beast looked like under the trousers and that this position would weaken her. 

Weston fixed his gaze on her without saying a word. 

With occasional pauses, she unfastened his belt awkwardly. 

She had done it before, but her movements were clumsy and jerky. 

Apparently, she hadn‘t made much progress. He could still feel the slight tremor of her fingers. 

darker, brewing

took a deep breath and tried

him, doing things he hadn‘t let her do

his eyes showed no

at her–how she seemed to be struggling, and how she

felt

even grabbed the back of her head and pushed her

long fingers held her hair, the veins between his fingers bulged as

corners of Stella‘s eyes were still

yet there was no escape.

time, the people outside the cabin held their breaths as they heard the

not knowing

better not to say

turned their backs around and

sounds from inside, but they acted as if nothing

were a few shameless people who

an hour.

ship finally

in a row, guarding both