Mr. Ford Is Jealouss by Boad

Chapter 164

The night was chilly and the room was silent. It was almost two in the morning. Stella had settled into a deep sleep, no longer mumbling or talking.

Weston had been by her side for more than an hour, but she had only just calmed down. But now that she was sound asleep, Weston was still too restless to go to bed.

He was dressed in a long silk nightshirt. The dark blue satin fabric clung to his tall muscular frame. He stepped out onto the balcony and carefully slid the glass door close so as not to make a sound. For a while, he stood there and gazed through the glass at Stella who was lying on the sofa.

Then he turned around and rested his arms on the railing as he looked down. The courtyard downstairs looked different under the soft illumination of street lamps. The bright green leaves looked dark and gloomy now as they rustled in the night breeze.

The swaying shadows of the trees danced on the balcony, making it look like a scene from another dimension.

the lighter. A faint blue flame emerged. It burned the end of the cigarette and the scent of burnt tobacco filled

emerged, vanished, then emerged again. The metal lighter made a clunking noise

calmed down. He closed them, but now all he could hear was Stella’s hoarse painful cries. She was begging him. She was pleading for

had sometimes been plagued with nightmares after that fateful night, but his strong self-control would never allow him to

But that baby…

raised a hand to rub

never thought much about the baby. When he first found out that Stella was pregnant, he didn’t have any strong reaction to it. To him, a child meant nothing at all. He never cared

she had the same medical condition as Guinevere, which meant that she could only have one

he agreed to Stella’s appeal. Weston had never given a thought about having children, but that day when he saw Stella fall down from the top floor clutching at her belly, his heart was torn open and all the