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... 

Stella thought. Perhaps she should ask him why he would

have expected of him?

expect 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 family?

wedding was

to trouble

the end, Stella didn‘t manage to finish

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

to keep her body from sliding down

we don‘t stop now, the soup will

desperate to keep her mind clear.

Weston‘s raw passion was still burning. “Let‘s continue,” he croaked as his hand reached down Stella‘s  body.

Stella closed her eyes.

do was be gentle and patient

swept her hair away from her sweaty face, leaned down, and kissed