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.” 

she could feel the mixed emotion and anger in

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

it suffocated

a little weak, “I...” The man stared at her fixedly. “If there is anything else you want to say, it‘s better to say it now. We‘ll go up and

was no warmth

as her eyelashes trembled

as a sheet, the makeup

shook her head. “...I have nothing to say.”

“Sure?” 

on Weston‘s

firmly. Instantly her eyes widened, and panic surged into her heart. “What are you doing?!” She watched

she couldn‘t struggle free. “Are you

me!” Stella shrieked, struggling hard

front of her, lifted her skirt, and lifted her ankle in his

knowing what he would do, she

in his