Mr. Ford Is Jealous

Chapter 989

Weston said nothing. He leaned against her face, and kissed her a few times before murmuring, “Once we get to the new room, you can rest for a little longer before the dinner happens, okay?” 

The tone of voice that he used suggested tender intimacy, as if they were a loving married couple. 

They both had something in common — they were both excellent pretenders. 

Even though their relationship was so damaged that it was like a ship riddled with holes, as long as Weston was willing, they could easily put up an act and pretend that they were deeply in love with each other. 

Stella nodded and replied, “Okay.” 

The staff who were supposed to help them move their stuff had been waiting outside. 

Stella frowned as she watched them move her potted plants from the balcony. 

“Let me handle that one,” she told them. 

at her oleander plant worryingly, fearing that they might damage it

like you care a lot about that plant,” Weston stated as he held her waist. He looked into her eyes and asked, “Do you like this kind of plant in particular?”

really. It‘s just that it is especially delicate. It must be handled with care, or it will be damaged. I‘m a

be careful with it then,” Weston said, playing with

so, Stella couldn‘t shift her gaze from the

anything else but him, even if it was

you a new

and sensed something , so she asked him in a helpless tone, “Don‘t tell me

peer into her soul. Stella always got extremely nervous whenever Weston turned silent like that. She couldn‘t read his emotions or guess what ran through his mind. He often did that

her hair and reminded her in a husky voice, “You can have a hobby, but it must not take

effort on these inanimate plants that couldn‘t even talk or

than she did for

she asked him, “You‘re not going to punish me just because of some plants, are you?” “What if I insist on taking care of

grabbed her groping hand and plainly

serious!” Stella‘s expressions gradually changed. “But they‘re only potted

said,