Mr. Ford Is Jealous

Chapter 949 

Weston got out of the car first and picked Stella up in his arms. Then, he strode inside. Joan had been told about their return and was already making the appropriate preparations inside. 

“Madam, Mr. Ford…” Joan greeted them with a smile. When she saw Weston enter with Stella in his arms, she stepped aside. 

“The villa is ready. I’ve cooked some of Mrs. Ford’s favorite dishes. It’s still warm!” Stella felt a little embarrassed to be carried around in Weston’s arms. 

“Put me down…” she whispered into his ear. Joan was still around, and it would be inappropriate for him to be carrying her around. It was as though she could not walk herself. 

Even so, Weston did not put her down. Instead, he ordered Joan, “Go in first and get her stuff ready.” 

“Yes, Mr. Ford.” Weston still did not put Stella down after Joan left. He stood in the foyer and held her on one knee. He kept one hand on her waist and changed her shoes. 

“Joan is one of our own. There’s no need to be shy.” Weston was in the belief that Stella was the shy type and easily got flustered. Stella lowered her head and watched Weston with dazed eyes. Weston was helping her put on her shoes with very gentle movements. In the past, the old Stella would never be able to experience such gentle treatment from him. He was now behaving as though he truly treasured her. Weston grabbed her exquisite feet and slowly slipped them into the cotton shoes before letting her stand up.

bare feet

The villa was carpeted, but it didn’t cover the entire place. Weston maintained wooden flooring in his study because he did

me like I’m

soon as she said that, the air between

or not.” He took her by the wrist and let her stand in front

condition you’re in, you should be taking good care of yourself.” Weston could see her belly at eye level. Stella looked down and sensed something else inside his eyes. Stella did not say anything. Both of them stayed quiet for a while until Joan called out to

“Let’s go.”

and Stella sat in front of the dressing table, feeling a little

unbearable feelings stop? A warm embrace wrapped her from behind. When she turned her head to the side, Weston's

are you thinking about?” Stella shook her head and pursed

thought... you'd

“For what?"