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.

but Weston held her hand in

hand in wiping his shirt, stroke

The sight made him hook his lips, satisfied with her reaction.

I won’t let you off so

innuendo filled remark, and

the world was he thinking

first, Just then, his phone rang like a police siren that

brows, clearly displeased. He simply glanced at

still

her rudely back to reality as she sneered at the man before her. “Not picking

if it’s

was

frustration simmering in

the wine glass 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

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

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

cigarette.

the day Stella jumped