Mr. Ford Is Jealouss by Boad

Chapter 733

Stella squinted at the sunlight piercing through the dark with a staccato, so tired that she could hardly manage a sound. She lifted an arm and shaded her eyes.

Weston stood up, buttoning up his white shirt, and walked to the windows to pull the shades down.

Stella turned to her side in a bid to return to sleep. She felt a warm touch at the back of her ear. It was Weston kissing her. “I’m heading to the office. Have a good rest here this afternoon.”

Stella nodded. “Go ahead.”

She was so exhausted that she had to force herself to speak, not to mention that her voice sounded nasal.

Weston chuckled lowly and pinched her nose cheekily, eliciting annoyed grumbles from Stella. “Quit it…you’re such a bother…”

He stood up leisurely.

Stella slept more soundly than she usually did. By the time she woke up, it was already late in the afternoon.

She pulled open the covers and saw hickeys of various sizes imprinted on her legs. Her knees went weak the moment she stood, and she almost collapsed onto the

carpeted floor.

gotten used to it; each time after sex, her back and legs would be sore and ache. With some effort, she managed to hold herself up and walk

her that some food had been prepared for her inside,

become so thoughtful. He always had everything prepared meticulously for

to

she’d been the one who cared for him, never giving Weston a chance to worry about her. She shook her head to chase away those thoughts seeping into her

simply felt guilty, and that

the couch and settled herself down on it. She sipped a cup of milk in one hand and opened the pills from a bag with another as she

overboard

was supposed to

soon run out.

creeping into her heart at the sight of the

six days left before Zeta was scheduled to return. Had she known this, she should have

to bother her, seeing how she was so occupied with the issue

Zeta to see

didn’t expect her considerations and hesitation

she wasn’t expecting to have a good time during

to play along with him due to the influence of the medicine, but if she were to suddenly turn cold and disinterested with nary a bodily reaction toward his passion or even reject his advances , Weston would probably sense that something

For all she knew…