Mr. Ford Is Jealous
Chapter 202

Chapter 202

Only the two remained inside the room after everyone else had departed. Stella didn't sleep well since she would wake up repeatedly, though, she would eventually go back to sleep after some time. Even the sedatives couldn't completely knock her out.

This proved that she was in such poor psychological condition that it affected her physical health.

Not too long after that, she slowly opened her eyes. She appeared confused, as if she didn't know where she was.

When she noticed Weston seated next to her, she regained consciousness. "What time is it?"

"Don't mind the time. Just sleep is you want to." He placed his hands on her head and gently caressed her. "I'm not going to work tomorrow. I'll be here accompanying you. Don't worry, I'm here."

He spoke in a very gentle tone. Even he didn't realize how accommodating he sounded when he said that.

It was as if he would do anything Stella asked. Even if she asked him to get the stars for her, he would try it.

She wanted to dodge his touch but maybe it was because she was weak that her guard was down.

she looked at him and muttered, with cries in her voice, "Can you let me go?"

Her voice was so meek and soft it could hardly be heard. But Weston could hear every single word.

Those few words cut like a sharpknife, stabbing into his heart, and making it bleed in agony.

He blinked and said nothing but covered her with the blanket.

He looked into her eyes. Although there were so much tenderness and love in them, the word that came out of it was cruel.

"No."

Thal word alone crushed all of Stella's hope.

She immediately took back her hand and turned to the other side, refusing to look at him anymore.

Her one and only request was that she could leave him. No matter the price she had to pay, she just wanted to leave.

She was like a dying flower beside him, slowly, perhaps, but surely.

He knew what was running in her mind.

With her back facing him, he lifted the quilt and lay on the bed, then spooned her to his chest.

He rested his chin on her hair.

"The words I said before are real," he added after some time. I'll set a deadline for you to stay with me. I'll let you go when the time is up."

"Can I trust you?" came Stella's voice after a while.

She sounded frail.

He held her hands and gave them a peck. "No matter when, my words will always be true." Her lips curved into a smile, and she chuckled without any sound. It was unknown if she was laughing at him or at herself.

"So how long is this period? What if you break your promise when the deadline reaches?"

She didn't want to pin her hopes on a day that would never come.

Meanwhile, Weston knew that even if he were to give her an accurate answer, she wouldn't believe him.

He put his hands on her stomach and rubbed it gently as if attempting to relieve her pain although she didn't hurt anymore. "Just stay beside me. Like how you used to..."