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. 

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

held her waist. He looked into her eyes

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

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

Stella couldn‘t shift her

didn‘t like it when her attention was on anything else but him, even if it was just a potted

if it gets damaged? I can just get you a new one. In fact,

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

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 and

time, he casually toyed with her hair and reminded her in a husky voice,

or move, with the only condition that she spent the majority of it with

than she did for him was strictly disallowed. Not

eyes flickered. With a playful tone, 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 them?” she continued, leaning

and plainly said, “Try

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

said, try me.”