Mr. Ford Is Jealouss by Boad

Chapter 989 Weston said nothing. He leaned against her face, and kissed her a few times before murmuring, “Once we get to the new room, you can rest for a little longer before the dinner happens, okay?”

The tone of voice that he used suggested tender intimacy, as if they were a loving married couple.

They both had something in common — they were both excellent pretenders.

Even though their relationship was so damaged that it was like a ship riddled with holes, as long as Weston was willing, they could easily put up an act and pretend that they were deeply in love with each other.

Stella nodded and replied, “Okay.”

The staff who were supposed to help them move their stuff had been waiting outside.

Stella frowned as she watched them move her potted plants from the balcony.

“Let me handle that one,” she told them.

She looked at her oleander plant worryingly, fearing that they might damage it somehow.

“It looks like you care a lot about that plant,” Weston stated as he held her waist. He looked into her eyes and asked, “Do you like this kind of plant in particular?”

It‘s just that it is especially delicate. It must be handled with

with it then,” Weston said, playing with her

couldn‘t shift

when her attention was

it was just a potted

can just get you a new one. In fact, I can get you as many

so she asked him in a helpless tone, “Don‘t tell me you‘re jealous of a potted

his eyes were staring deeply into hers, as if trying to peer into her soul. Stella always got extremely nervous whenever Weston turned silent like that. She couldn‘t read his emotions or

making her panic.

and reminded her in a husky voice, “You can have a hobby, but it must not take up

spending so much time and effort on these inanimate plants that couldn‘t even talk or move, with the only condition that she spent the majority of it with him and

anything more than she did for him was strictly disallowed. Not even a potted

“What if I insist on taking care of them?” she continued, leaning into his arms and stroking his chest. “You won‘t go

grabbed her groping hand and

be serious!” Stella‘s expressions gradually changed. “But

I said, try