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. 

fearing that they might damage it

about that plant,” Weston stated as he held her waist. He looked into her eyes and asked, “Do

made Stella feel a little guilty, so she turned away from him and replied, “Not really. It‘s just that it is especially delicate. It must be handled with care, or it will be

tell them to be careful with it then,” Weston said, playing with her fingers.

couldn‘t shift her gaze from the oleander plant.

was on anything else but him, even if it was just a potted plant.

new one.

gloomy face and sensed something , so she asked him in a helpless tone, “Don‘t tell me you‘re jealous of a

were staring deeply into hers, as if trying to 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 concealing his thoughts and feelings from her

in a husky voice, “You

didn‘t mind her spending so much time and effort on these inanimate plants that couldn‘t even talk or move, with the only condition that

than she did for him was strictly disallowed. Not even a

asked him, “You‘re not going to punish me just because of some plants, are you?” “What if I insist on taking care of them?” she continued, leaning into his arms and stroking his chest. “You won‘t go as far as to throw

groping hand and plainly said, “Try

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

I said,