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?”

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

to be careful with it then,” Weston said, playing

so, Stella couldn‘t shift her gaze from the

didn‘t like it when her

it was

get you a new

and sensed something , so she asked him in a helpless tone, “Don‘t tell me you‘re

soul. Stella always got extremely 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 feelings from

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

didn‘t mind her 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

than she did for

of some plants, are you?” “What if I insist on taking care of them?” she continued, leaning into his arms and stroking his

hand and plainly said,

gradually changed. “But they‘re

said, try