Mr. Ford Is Jealous

Chapter 920 

A possessive man by nature, Weston was now more possessive of her than ever. 

Stella merely kept quiet and pulled up her hair. 

Her hair was in a mess, no thanks to all that running and the favor she did him earlier. 

Weston took the wedding dress from the shelf next to her, held her waist, and helped her put it on. 

The tailor–made wedding dress perfectly complemented her figure. 

He was stunned the moment she put it on. He turned her around and asked her to look in the mirror. 

“Look at how beautiful you are.” 

She didn‘t say a word. 

Seeing this, he pinched her cheek and lifted her head, and looked at her in the mirror. “If you run away today, you won‘t be able to see yourself like this.” 

had spoken calmly, yet, she could feel the mixed

was as if his anger had reached its peak, but it was suppressed and turned

it suffocated her. “Weston...”

to say, it‘s better to say it now. We‘ll go up and take the oath

that, he turned his head and kissed her on the cheek, but there was no warmth in

as her

sheet, the makeup failed to

her head. “...I have

“Sure?” 

appeared on Weston‘s face.

her wrists together, and tied them firmly. Instantly her eyes widened, and panic surged into her heart. “What

gap, she couldn‘t struggle

of me!” Stella shrieked,

her, lifted her skirt, and lifted her ankle in

she subconsciously pulled her foot away.

her in his iron grip.