Mr. Ford Is Jealous

Chapter 1378

Stella let him hug her for a long time. She could very clearly feel his chest rising and falling violently as he held her in his arms.

Finally, she patted his back and told him, “You’re covered in blood. Let’s get you cleaned up for now, and then we’ll talk.”

Only then did Weston let her go.

Stella got up, turned away from him, and walked out of the cage.

“Take off the rest yourself,” she said. “I’ll wait for you here.”

But to her surprise, the next moment, she heard him shut the cage door. She turned around and saw Weston already locking himself up inside again.

He then slumped down onto the floor powerlessly before covering his eyes with his hands, refusing to even look at her.

“What are you doing?” she asked, frowning as she walked up to him.

“You should leave now,” he told her. “Forget about me.”

His voice was gruff and croaky as if he was exerting great self–control in every word he spoke. His Adam’s apple moved as he swallowed his saliva.

“Leave while I still have some self–control left,” he added raspily.

He dared not imagine what he would do if Stella remained here any longer.

Stella took a deep breath and told him, “I trust you, and I know that you won’t hurt me. Open the door and just let me clean your wounds, okay?”

“No,” he shook his head. “You don’t understand how enticing you are to me right now.”

When he held her in his arms earlier, he had an urge to just lock her up inside the cage with him so they could be together here for the rest of their lives.

Even for him, that was completely beyond the pale.

He knew that he could never hurt her, so he had no other choice but to let her leave

now.

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Her voice had a magical allure to it, but he still would not move.

“Listen to me,” she repeated softly. “Open the door.”

“Aren’t you worried that I might follow you around and badger you again? You might never be able to get rid of me again!”

Stella said nothing. She just kept glaring at him.

This proved to be effective in the end, as Weston eventually relented and handed her the keys.

He seemed powerless yet hesitant.

Stella quickly grabbed the keys from the palm of his hand and opened the cage.

The cage opened with a clicking noise, and to Weston, it felt like Stella had just opened a door into his heart.

She stepped into the cage, walked towards him, and knelt down in front of him.

“Tell me,” she lifted up his chin to make him look into her eyes, “are you going to hurt me?”

He said nothing, but she could see his Adam’s apple move up and down.

He stared at her so intently that it seemed he was trying to peer into the depths of her soul.

After a long while, he touched her face with trembling hands, and then, with the same caution and tenderness that one would treat their most prized and precious possession, he started to kiss her cheek, then her eyes, and then the tip of her nose.

“I won’t hurt you,” he murmured. “I will never hurt you.”

Stella sighed and patted his back.”

“I believe you.”

The room was sparsely furnished, and it lacked most of the creature comforts a home usually had.

Stella glanced around her and asked, “Is there only one room here?”

Weston nodded.

He stared at her without even daring to blink, scared that she might leave at any

moment.

Stella knew that he was anxious about this, so she tried her best not to leave his

sight. She nipped into the bathroom and quickly rushed back out, returning to him with a damp towel in her hands and kneeling down in front of him.

Weston had obediently kept his shirt off. Even his suit and pants were already taken off and tossed aside.

She noticed him sitting there ogling at her and which gave her a headache.

“Can’t you keep yourself under control just for a little while?” she asked, massaging the point between her brows.

Weston remained silent. He went on staring straight at her, looking as if he was going to swallow her whole.