Mr. Ford Is Jealouss by Boad

Chapter 648

Weston kept to his word and only allowed Stella to eat junk food once a week.

From then on, all the meals that Joan whipped up were nutritious. They tasted delicious, but Stella never had much of an appetite and often ate just a little before returning to her workstation.

Joan felt perturbed at the possibility that her cooking skills might have deteriorated . She glanced at Weston, who was seated on the couch, and asked, “Sir, shall I cook something else and send it to Ms. Steele?”

“No need for that.” Weston looked in the direction of Stella’s workstation. “Let her be.”

Joan nodded and went off to busy herself with other things.

Stella would be shooting the film’s last scene tomorrow, and she was taking it very seriously. She glanced at the clock and noticed that it was already eleven o’clock at night.

She stretched her arms out and saw a dim light coming from the corridor outside. That indicated that Weston was probably still awake, and her heart sank.

She took out the bottle of medicine and pondered for a

moment before popping one.

water when her door was opened. Weston stood by the doorway, wearing

had washed up and was ready for bed; his usually neat, slicked-back hair drooped casually at the

down the script in her hands. “I’m just

nodded and turned to leave, though he left the door ajar behind

bedroom and saw Weston already on the bed. When he saw her enter the

shower,”

The warm water splashed on her body, accompanying the rise in her body temperature as the

eyes and stood under the shower, trying to recall what time she had taken the medicine. Perhaps it was because she had been taking so much lately that she felt its effects more

period.

would feel more tired after the medicine’s effects

more weeks before Zeta was scheduled to return from her business trip. Only until then was she able to get her hands on some

and Weston didn’t intend to do

running, he saw Stella walking out dressed in a robe. Before he spoke a word, she threw open the covers and dove into bed. Her slightly cold skin touched him, carrying with it moisture fresh from her shower. The temperature

of his hand on her forehead. “Do you feel sick

Stella shook her head.