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... 

Perhaps she should ask him why he would

have expected

Cohen families, to ignore his own grandfather‘s plea? Should she forsake

wedding was never supposed to happen anyway, so why

need to trouble herself

manage to finish making

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 from sliding down to

stop now, the soup will

exasperation, desperate to

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

closed her eyes.

to do was be gentle and patient with her; her body would warm up to him, and she would melt under his fingers. After that, everything would

the floor. Then he swept her hair away from