Mr. Ford Is Jealouss by Boad

Chapter 560

Weston’s eyes were still cold and distant, but they fixated on her. He was now sitting in bed and seemed to have no intention to come over and help Stella up to her feet.

It was clear to her that he was still angry. He was mad over her recklessness in going to a place like a bar and even provoking someone there, causing him trouble. Knowing this, she did not expect him to come to help her, and she slowly got up herself.

Now that the lamp was on, she could easily pick up the first aid kit and place it in front of him. She sat down on the bed and slowly untied his nightdress without looking at him. She pulled his sleeve down to reveal a large, fresh wound on his shoulder.

With his entire shoulder exposed, Stella could clearly see his bulging muscles. His body looked strong and smooth, even more, impressive than some fashion model’s.

Weston remained silent. Stella said nothing either.

As she focused on the wound, her eyes were caught by the bruises on his knuckles. It was plain that he didn’t pull his punches when he beat up Rory.

Stella paused, then got the antiseptic, the iodine, some cotton swabs, and the gauze from the first aid kit. Then she proceeded to clean his wound.

The second the alcohol touched the wound, an acute stinging

sensation coursed through Weston’s body. But he remained expressionless . All he did was quietly fix his gaze on Stella’s face.

It was as if time stood still. Only the clock on the wall was ticking.

brushing against his skin. The sting caused by the antiseptic was nothing compared to the tickling

she touched him, she brought about

him over the

the wounds on his arm, Stella looked up at Weston’s face once again. She discovered it was full of cuts and bruises too, not as much as the ones on Rory, of course, but it was evident of

the bathroom had been somewhat bleached white. Without saying a word,

doing?” he suddenly asked, grabbing her

?” Stella responded.

arm, so naturally, it was now time to move on to his face. Was that not to be expected? Stella wondered why he

. All he did was quietly fix his gaze

Only the clock on the wall was

as a feather brushing against his skin. The sting caused by the antiseptic was nothing compared to the tickling

an inexplicable tickling that brought him

full of cuts and bruises too, not as much as the ones on

exposed to water when he was in the bathroom had been somewhat bleached white. Without saying a word,

doing?” he

responded. “I’m cleaning your wounds, of

now time to move on to his face. Was that not to be expected? Stella wondered why

looked gloomy, though. He didn’t say that he would allow her to go on, but he didn’t stop