Mr. Ford Is Jealous

Chapter 988

Weston made Stella stand up. 

She glanced at her potted plants destroyed by the man who fell in earlier and became somewhat distressed. 

“The soil is full of broken glass...” she grumbled. 

“Let others deal with it.” 

Weston‘s eyebrows twitched when he saw that she was about to clean up the soil with her bare hands. With a much sterner voice, he told her, “Stop. You‘ll hurt your hands.” 

He forbade her from doing anything else and pulled her away. 

“Did you get hurt just now?” 

“No,” she shook her head. “I didn‘t.” 

paused to think before asking, “Does your mom

briefly, casting his eyes down at her. “She‘s had it

her as he led her to the bathroom. “Someone will come and move our stuff

was almost at his limit when he had to suppress his revulsion while

aren‘t paws,” Stella muttered with a pout. “These are my hands...”

beneath the faucet before washing them meticulously. The metal wash basin was lavish, and the gray countertop was spotless. This choice of color gave the room a chic atmosphere while not looking too cold and impersonal . Stella‘s hands were milky white, making her skin look as delicate as jade. The peach fuzz on the back of her hand and the flush of pink on the exposed fleshy parts of her fingers starkly contrasted against the dark

right next to her

referring to her skin.

But no matter how she tried to evade him,

murmured before planting kisses from the back of her ear to

“It‘s still early. It‘s

his feelings and emotions concealed. Only when he was in bed would he say such sweet and tender words to her. He was

her body. He didn‘t just

was at its peak, the praises he lavished on her far exceeded

of her hair. She would sometimes be so flustered by his words that no matter how exhausted she was from their lovemaking , she