Mr. Ford Is Jealouss by Boad

Chapter 802 Stella could feel her belly rubbing the cold buckle of Weston‘s belt. She had a hunch that things were about to go wildly out of control.

“No...” she begged him. “Please, not here...”

“Before she could finish speaking, the sound of heels clacking the ground approached Weston’s office door rapidly...

“Mr. Ford,” Daisy called and knocked on the door. “I’ve compiled the important points from the meeting minutes.”

Without waiting for an answer, she opened the door and entered the office.

As soon as the doorknob turned, Stella shoved Weston away in panic, slinked down under his desk, and hid there before he could say anything.

Weston watched her speechlessly. He was about to get her when he saw Stella desperately gesturing to him to keep quiet.

“Shh!”

She looked at him with large, pleading eyes. Her face was still flushed. Her hair was a mess. She was half naked, and her clothes were in disarray. It was clear that she was not

–

was still standing at the door. His expressions quickly changed into the stern and stoic look he always sported.

dead in her

stepping backward. “This report is quite urgent, so my mind was preoccupied, and I simply forgot

went back out, knocked on the door, and

It will

had gotten into her that made her commit such a silly offense.

of her eyes, she

course. She was far from naive, not to mention that she had been Xavier‘s girlfriend for some time. Xavier was

a typical one between adults; hence Daisy learned the ways to please a man. Naturally, she knew instantly that the mark on Weston‘s neck was

sure it wasn‘t there this morning during the meeting, so how did

Ella, whom she saw waiting downstairs. Had

couldn’t help but feel a little guilty. She should‘ve helped Ella when she saw her waiting downstairs, but for reasons she couldn‘t quite understand herself, she had opted instead to ignore her and pretended that she didn‘t see her. She

not, she

when she sensed something was wrong with Weston, though she couldn‘t quite figure out exactly what