Mr. Ford Is Jealous
Chapter 205

Chapter 205

"Don't move." His voice was husky. Stella could see his Adam's apple sliding up and down. She didn't dare to move since she sensed a shift in him.

Weston was deafeningly silent. He helped her put on the shoe and get up to wash up. Without looking back, she headed straight into the bathroom.

Only then did he stand up and walked outside after calming. After she was done, she saw a huge figure helping her tidy the small table on the bed. "I'll eat in the living room." "You haven't recovered yet. It's best for you to stay in bed." She didn't want to. "I'm already healed, and it doesn't hurt anymore, why do I still need to lie down?"

There was a hint of complaint in her words. Suddenly, his movement froze. It had been a while since he heard her speaking like that to him. Not as tit-for-tat as before, or as uncaring and unyielding as before, but with a natural coquettishness.

The movement in his hands gradually slowed and his voice sounded calm as he said, "We'll go to the living room." He didn't replace it troublesome and restored all the actions he just did. Stella turned sideways and watched him pass by, walking from the corridor to the living room. The look on her face turned cold instantly before it became calm once again. It wasn't as confrontational as before, or as uncaring and unyielding. It now had a natural coquettishness.

To her, it was as easy as acting. A grin appeared on her face before she adjusted her state and walked out. Breakfast went by peacefully and smoothly. He had finished breakfast a long time ago, but he stayed to keep an eye on her. Gastric often has a lot to do with irregular eating habits. Seeing that Stella had only drank a mouthful of milk, then frowned to herself not wanting to drink anymore, he tapped his finger or the table. "Don't force yourself." Hearing this, she put the cup down and stopped drinking. The corners of her lips were stained with bit of milk

When Weston saw this, he leaned over and wiped it away with his thumb. She was just about to hand him a tissue to wipe it away when she saw him putting the same thumb into his mouth and sucking it. "You..." A blush crept on her face. She hadn't thought that he would be so bold. It was rare for him to see her blushing, and he smiled. "What's wrong?" "Nothing." She shook her head and lowered it before coughing awkwardly and asked, "What time is it now?" "10 am."

She was lost in her thoughts. It was indeed quite early.

Although she doesn't need to go to the training center, Weston could see that she was thinking a lot. "Don't go anywhere today. Just stay at home and take care of your health."

"What a waste to stay at home on such a fine day," she said dejectedly.

"Being with me is a waste too?" She didn't answer him, but her eyes were filled with devastation. Hence, unable to face the thought of her relapsing to her old depressed self, now that she had found some joy in her life, he responded, "I can drive you about in the afternoon. However, if you don't feel good, we must return quickly. Do you get it?" "Understood." She instantly flashed him a smile. "If you're acting now, your technique is incredible," he said hopelessly, startled by how rapidly her face transformed.