Mr. Ford Is Jealouss by Boad

Chapter 837

Stella got up and put on her clothes. She turned to the man standing beside her and asked softly, “Can I go out and talk to her for a little while?”

Diana was her aunt, after all. When Stella was still living in her old home, it was Diana who had truly cared for her. After the death of her parents, Diana had been the only source of warmth and support she had apart from Roger.

Even if she loathed to see Michael, she still wished to give Diana an explanation about everything that had transpired. It even occurred to her yesterday, when her true identity was revealed, that Diana would come to see her.

“Are you sure?” Weston asked, wrapping his arms around her from behind. “Michael is here with her too, you know.”

“I know,” she replied. “But I still want to see my aunt.”

He said while pinching her earlobe playfully, “You still haven’t told me why you don’t get along with your uncle, yet you seem to love your aunt very much.”

“Didn’t you say you’ve looked into it before?”

Stella sat down at the dressing table. Weston’s warm breath brushed against her skin as he spoke. It tickled her, making her want to move away from him, but Weston wouldn’t let her get away. He nuzzled up closer against her ear and whispered in a seductive voice, “I can look into anything in this world, but I can’t look into your heart and find out what your preferences are.”

couldn’t help but

really think that my behavior toward my aunt and uncle

planted little kisses from her ear all the way down to her neck. “But it doesn’t surprise me that you

made Stella pause, then she caught the meaning he implied between

are you thinking about?

breathed heavily by her ear and said, “What would you say if I told

say that you’re completely

say such things to him in the

what if I really am out of my mind?” He teased her. “You’d still belong only

up meeting Diana that day, albeit under Weston’s watchful eye. Nevertheless, Stella didn’t mind that at all because she had no desire to see Michael. With Weston there with her, she knew that

the way Michael was glaring

turned up, as if he was ready to tear her apart and

he had

is in fact my niece, Stella, I’m sure you wouldn’t mind letting us talk to her for a

problem at all. But my fiancée would like to have a private chat

forward about it, Michael had no