Mr. Ford Is Jealous
Chapter 242

Chapter 242

Sometimes, Weston could get his point across without saying a single word Stella paused and rested her hand on the back of his hand.

Weston stiffened. He did not think she would take the initiative

After a long pause, Stella explained, "I haven't been home for a while. Besides, the training center will be closed next month. Roger is aware of IL... Jf I continue to stay outside, I'm afraid il'll arouse his suspicions." Weston looked at her hand holding his, and his eyes slickered slightly. Thie einotions on his face did not change much. He said, "I remember saying this before: You have to handle this yourself." "I know." Stella lowered her voice a little and pleaded, "I understand, but I can't think of a reasonable explanation for living with you.. Can you give me a little time? Let me convince Roger, okay?"

She knew how to use weakness to gain Weston's understanding. She turned around in his amis and raised her head. Then, she stared at himn with innocent and fragile-looling eyes.

Weston could not handle it whenever she behaved like this. He cupped her face and placed a kiss on the comer of her mouth "Where did you learn this?" lie asked

Stella shook her head. "I didn'l.. You don't like it?"

Did Weston dislike the way she submitted to him? Weston chuckled softly. "What do you think?" he said and suddenly picked her up. Her shoe fell on the floor with a thud. She reflexively looked down, but the man tipped her chin and hushed. "Don't worry about it."

He kissed her, and the two stumbled towards the bedroom in a tight hug. Stella could feel the change in him. After all, they were married for a long time. She understood what he was feeling She closed her eyes and tried to convince herself. All she needed to do was endure a year and...

His breath followed as he traced her lips and chin to and fro repeatedly and tirelessly. Stella could feel his warmth on her, but it only made her feel uncomfortable. As everything spun around her, she found herself falling onto the warm bed. Weston propped himself up and stared down at her.

Weston had beautiful eyes. Stella used to love staring into his eyes.

Every time she looked at him like this, she felt like she was drowning in him. His eyes were so deep and unreadable. No one could ever see through him.

His eyes were like the vast stars and an endless sea. However, it was these deep eyes that had

hurt her mercilessly. Weston could not stand the way she stared into his eyes, so he reached out to cover her eyes. "Don't look at me like this," he whispered in her ears throatily. Stella took a deep breath and said nothing. She closed her eyes, and her eyelashes fluttered gently.

A long while later, the weight on top of her finally disappeared.

She opened her eyes in a daze and saw Weston looking at her with an inexplicable look. After a beat, he seemingly sighed. He lowered his head and kissed her forehead gently." You've had a long day. Get some rest."

Stella was stunned. She expected him to continue, but he had stopped so abruptly. Weston suddenly lowered his head and pressed his forehead against hers. It was as if he could read her emotions. "Or do you want to continue?"

Stella hurriedly closed her eyes and did not dare to move. Weston pinched her face and rubbed his chin against the top of her head. "Sleep well."

Stella answered with a soft hum. Then, she closed her eyes and slept in his arms.