Mr. Ford Is Jealous

Chapter 1408

Stella’s refusal of him was strong and unambiguous.

Weston sat on the couch and covered his eyes with one hand. After a long silence, he finally pleaded in a raspy voice, “Just let me stay here for a little while, okay?”

Stella walked up to him. Only then did he put his hand down as he looked at her.

“I’ll just sit here for a while, and then I’ll go, okay?”

Stella ignored him and just stood over him and looked down at him. After remaining silent for a while, she finally relented and told him, “You’re only allowed to sit here for a while, and then you’ll leave, understood?”

Weston nodded.

Stella turned around and walked away. She headed towards the balcony to put away her things and returned to her bedroom.

Half an hour later, she came back out to check on him and saw Weston getting up to get himself a glass of water from the water dispenser, and in his hand was a white bottle of medicine. He poured half of the pills into the bottle and popped them into his mouth.

Stella froze. A strange feeling suddenly stirred up inside her. She stood there in silence for a very long time until Weston finally heard a sound, turned around, and saw her there.

“What did you swallow just now?” she asked, walking towards him.

“Just some supplements,” he replied. He did not seem as if he wanted to hide anything from her when he closed the lid on the medicine bottle and was about to put it away.

Stella strode forward and quickly snatched the bottle from him.

“Let me see that.”

She thought Weston was just trying to elicit her sympathy, but when she noticed the word vitamins on the label, she fell silent for a long time.

“If it’s just vitamins, then why do you have to always bring them wherever you go?”

“Just for convenience,” he answered casually. “So I can take it whenever I remember

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Stella could easily tell he was lying, but he was acting so naturally that she paused

for a long time without saying anything.

In the end, she said nothing about it at all.

“If you want to spend the night here,” she said, “then you can sleep on the couch.”

Even Stella had no idea why she said that herself. Perhaps she really was much more prone to give in whenever she saw signs of vulnerability.

She turned around, no longer wanting to see what kind of expressions Weston was showing, and just left him there.

“But if I see you here when I wake up tomorrow morning,” she warned him, “then you’ll never be allowed to come back here again, understood?”

“Uh–huh,” Weston nodded.

Later, Stella woke up in the middle of the night to get some water to drink. She almost jumped in fright when she saw a man in the living room but sighed in relief when she remembered that it was only Weston sleeping on the couch.

Aided by the moonlight streaming in through the window, she entered the bedroom and saw the tall and muscular man curled up on the couch. Because the couch was clearly too small for someone his size, Stella instantly felt bad having made him sleep there.

She stood beside him while holding the glass of water in one hand and just stared at him. She took a sip of water. An indescribable feeling was brewing in her heart.

Stella walked into the guest bedroom, picked up a woolen blanket, then carefully laid it on Weston’s body. She had been in such a rush earlier that she did not even realize that she had forgotten to provide him with anything to keep himself warm.

Weston just lay there in his regular clothes. He did not even take off his shirt.

Just as Stella lifted her hands off his body and was about to get up, she felt his fingers wrapping around her wrist, and she was pulled into his arms.

Startled, she fell helplessly into his embrace.

Weston gripped her waist tightly. His dark eyes met with hers and stared at her steadily.

“What are you doing?” he asked, his voice hoarse.

“Nothing,” she replied, turning away from him immediately and looking a little annoyed. “I was just trying to give you a blanket…”

She shouldn’t have tried to help him just now! He caught her right in the act, and he

must have misunderstood her and thought she was desiring him just now!

Stella struggled to get away, but Weston held her very tightly, making her completely

unable to move.

After a while, he leaned down, nuzzled against her ear, full of longing, and whispered, “Please don’t go…”

Stella took a deep breath and got up to her feet.

“I’m going to sleep now,” she said. “Let go of me!”