Mr. Ford Is Jealouss by Boad

Chapter 900 Weston‘s fingers wandered across Stella‘s face, caressing her

smooth skin.

Stella looked up at him. She had intended to ask him the question, but her tongue was tied as soon as she opened her mouth.

If he really wanted her to know the truth, he would‘ve told her by now, yet he would avoid the questions and kept responding with vague, evasive answers. That, in itself, was already an answer, wasn’t it?

They would just go on as they did when their relationship was still a secret. Since he didn‘t want to answer, she would just stop asking. There was no need to disrupt the fragile peace between them.

“Nothing,” Stella leaned her head against his shoulder and gently hugged him. “It‘s just that I can‘t believe we‘re really getting married...”

Her eyes were icy cold as she spoke.

She had always been forced to give in to Guinevere‘s requests. Back then, she had had to endure Guinevere’s assaults quietly without the power to retaliate. Yet, even after asking for her hand in marriage, Weston still agreed to such a request he knew would upset Stella a lot...

Perhaps she should confront him, Stella thought. Perhaps she should ask him why he would ever let Guinevere attend their wedding.

what should she have

long–standing relationship between the Ford and Cohen families, to ignore his own grandfather‘s plea? Should she forsake the resulting loss they might have to endure if

to marry him anyway. The wedding was never supposed to happen anyway, so why should it matter to her if Guinevere was invited

to trouble herself

the end, Stella didn‘t manage to finish making her

wanted to do

to his neck to keep her body from sliding

we don‘t stop now, the soup will be burnt!” she pleaded

in exasperation, desperate to

raw passion was still burning. “Let‘s continue,” he croaked as his hand reached down

body.

closed

to reject him, but Weston had somehow found a way to turn her on. All he needed to do was be gentle and patient with her; her body would

supported her weight so she wouldn‘t fall to the floor. Then he swept her hair away from her sweaty face, leaned down,

your body rejected me was that I didn‘t stimulate you