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... 

thought. Perhaps she should ask

have expected of 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

him anyway. The wedding was never supposed to happen

was no need to

didn‘t manage to finish making her soup.

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

to keep her body from sliding down to

will be burnt!”

in exasperation, desperate to keep her

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

closed

he needed to do was be gentle and patient with her; her body would warm up to him,

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