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. 

worryingly, fearing

looks 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

she turned away from him and replied, “Not really. It‘s just that it is especially delicate.

careful with it then,” Weston said,

her

when her attention was on anything else but him, even if it was just a

damaged? I can just get you a new one. In fact, I can get you as many as

, so she asked him in a helpless tone, “Don‘t tell me you‘re jealous of a potted

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

he casually toyed with her hair and reminded her in a husky voice, “You can have a hobby,

inanimate plants that couldn‘t even talk or

did for him was

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.

hand and plainly said,

gradually changed. “But they‘re

I said, try me.”