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 held her hand

led her hand in wiping

on Stella that it made her ears turn red. The sight made him hook his lips, satisfied with her

I won’t let you

innuendo filled

the world was he thinking

then, his phone rang like a

and saw him furrow his brows, clearly displeased. He

so, Stella still managed to see the name on the

sneered

if it’s Guinevere

was

frustration simmering in

on the table 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 home and keep your wife

made the temperature of the air in the private room drop by a few degrees. By the time she turned to look at Weston again, the lazy and leisurely atmosphere was all but gone, and there was only cold distance left in his

contempt and disdain in her demeanor and had a sudden urge to smoke

cigarette.

addicted to smoking, but ever since the day Stella jumped off the building,