Mr. Ford Is Jealous

Chapter 900 

Weston‘s fingers wandered across Stella‘s face, caressing her smooth skin. 

Stella looked up at him. She had intended to ask him the question, but her tongue was tied as soon as she opened her mouth. 

If he really wanted her to know the truth, he would‘ve told her by now, yet he would avoid the questions and kept responding with vague, evasive answers. That, in itself, was already an answer, wasn’t it? 

They would just go on as they did when their relationship was still a secret. Since he didn‘t want to answer, she would just stop asking. There was no need to disrupt the fragile peace between them. 

“Nothing,” Stella leaned her head against his shoulder and gently hugged him. “It‘s just that I can‘t believe we‘re really getting married...” 

Her eyes were icy cold as she spoke. 

She had always been forced to give in to Guinevere‘s requests. Back then, she had had to endure Guinevere’s assaults quietly without the power to retaliate. Yet, even after asking for her hand in marriage, Weston still agreed to such a request he knew would upset Stella a lot... 

should confront him, Stella thought. Perhaps she should ask

what should she have expected

him to ignore the long–standing relationship between the Ford and Cohen families, to ignore his own grandfather‘s plea? Should she forsake the resulting loss they might have to endure if they upset the Cohen

anyway. The wedding was never supposed to happen anyway, so why should

was no need to trouble herself with this.

didn‘t manage to

sexual appetite had gotten more voracious lately. Naturally, he wanted to do it with Stella at all times and at

was forced to hold on to his neck to keep her body

we don‘t stop now, the soup will be burnt!” she pleaded to him.

in exasperation, desperate to

still burning. “Let‘s continue,” he croaked

closed her

somehow found a way to turn her on. All he needed to do was be gentle and patient with her; her body would warm up to

weight so she wouldn‘t fall to the floor. Then he swept her hair away from her sweaty face, leaned down,