Mr. Ford Is Jealouss by Boad

Chapter 75

Weston took a sip from the wine glass Stella held to his lips,

However, Stella’s hand shook and some of the wine spilled out, staining Weston’s pristine white shirt

Instead of making the shirt look dirty, the dark red stains added a dangerous, menacing aura to Weston.

He was half-shrouded in darkness, and the other half under dim light. He looked just like half an angel and half a devil.

Stella immediately put the glass down. “I’m sorry about this.”

She pulled out some napkins, intending to clean up the mess.

Her hand suddenly paused in mid-air as she hesitated, “Mr. Ford, perhaps you should do it yourself.”

Weston kept silent and stared right into her eyes. He reached out, grabbed her wrist, and maneuvered her hand to press the napkin onto his shirt.

The positions of the stains were slightly awkward.

back instinctively, but Weston

led her hand in wiping his shirt,

on Stella that it made her ears turn red. The sight

let you off

filled remark, and

the world

his phone rang like a police siren

saw him furrow his brows, clearly displeased. He simply glanced at the incoming caller and flung his phone

quickly he did so, Stella still managed

reality as she sneered at the man before her. “Not picking up

even if it’s Guinevere

was thick with

frustration simmering in

and took a sip. A while later, the phone stopped buzzing, indicating that Guinevere had most likely given up. “It’s already so late. Mr. Ford, aren’t you intending to go

the lazy and leisurely atmosphere was all but gone, and there was only cold distance left in his eyes. He released his grip over Stella, and she immediately got off his lap. She sat to

the contempt and disdain in her demeanor

cigarette.

but ever since the day Stella jumped off the building, he would fall back into his smoking