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. 

became darker and darker, brewing with emotions none could

took a deep breath and tried to

him, doing things he hadn‘t let her do

his eyes showed no intention of stopping her.

lowered his gaze and looked at her–how she seemed to be struggling, and how she was

felt nothing.

back of her head and pushed

the veins between his fingers bulged as he pulled

corners of Stella‘s eyes were still crimson, and they

were flowing, yet there was no

outside the cabin held

each other, not knowing how to

not to say a

backs around and kept their gazes

retching sounds from inside, but they acted as if

shameless people who were already blushing.

an hour.

finally

row, guarding both