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?”

turned away from him and replied, “Not really. It‘s just that it is especially delicate. It must

careful with it then,” Weston

shift her

like it when her attention was on

it was just a potted

a new one.

something , so she asked him in a helpless tone,

nervous whenever Weston turned silent like that. She couldn‘t read his emotions or guess what ran through his mind. He often did that concealing his thoughts and

making her panic.

he casually toyed with her hair 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

anyone or anything more than she did for

flickered. With a playful tone, she asked him, “You‘re not going to punish me just because of some plants, are you?” “What if I insist on taking care of them?” she continued, leaning into his arms and stroking his chest. “You won‘t go as far as to throw

groping hand and plainly

Stella‘s expressions gradually changed. “But

I said, try