Mr. Ford Is Jealous
Chapter 259

Chapter 259

Stella's movement was a bit restricted so she said to him, "Can't you just let me go first? Wait in the living room. It'll be quick."

"No." He hugged her.

His thin lips slid all over her face. At first, he was only kissing her cheeks, but he had slowly moved to her ears. Gradually, he moved down, not knowing how to restrain himself. Stella felt a tingle spreading across her skin.

She grimaced and shrank away, wanting to avoid him, but the man only held her waist tighter.

"Don't move," he said with a hoarse voice beside her ear.

He was holding her so tightly that she could feel the changes in his body.

She took a deep breath, hand still tightly holding the spatula. Her fingertips were white. "Stop fooling around. It will be ready soon. Just wait for a little."

"No, I am very hungry now." His breath became heavier as he was talking to her. He said word "hungry" particularly loudly. She understood what he was trying to say, but pretended not to understand. "We can't eat yet. Can you wait?"

He pinched her ears and deliberately misinterpreted her words. "Okay. I'll wait then. Don't let me down."

Stella knew he wasn't referring to the food, but her.

But since he had already let go of her, she said nothing more and focused on cooking.

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She made three dishes, so it took quite a while.

Weston waited for half an hour before Stella emerged from the kitchen. Wearing the familiar apron, her hair was tied to the back as usual, with only some hair hanging beside her cheeks, casting a light shadow on her delicate skin. He stared at her intensely, not paying attention to loud ramblings of the television

After she served all the dishes on the table, he strode to her.

She turned around to remove the apron.

He held her wrists and his Adam's apple moved.

"Let me do it," he said.

She could only let go and let him put his hands on her waist to untie the apron gently

With the strings tied into a bow, he fiddled with it with his fingers, not releasing it right away

Through the sweater, he rubbed against her waist.

She felt ticklish and her reflexes made her avoid his touch.

He chuckled and untied the apron.

Stella lowered her head to remove the apron as soon as it was loosened around her waist but he pressed her neck

"Don't move. I'll do it."

She wondered when he had become so dawdling and sighed.

"You do it then." Holding her waist with one hand and holding the thin strap behind her neck, he helped her to remove the apron. She felt helpless.

"Is this really necessary? The food will get cold if we wait any longer."

"Who says that we are eating this?" He suddenly pinned her to the wall while hanging up the apron, disallowing her to duck out of the way.

"Isn't she right in front of me?" He tilted her chin up and kissed her. Slowly, he probed deeper. His kiss was very deep and his eyes were closed, but those deep eyes were more focused than ever at that moment. It was as if her lips were the only thing in the world that could make him so enchanted.