Mr. Ford Is Jealous
Chapter 292

Chapter 292

His only woman?

Stella could barely contain her derision. Did Weston really think that she'd believe that? If she was his only woman, then how did Guinevere's child come about?

Not only was Weston disrespecting her, he really took her for a fool. "I have no intention to interfere with your private affairs," she told him, looking straight into his eyes. "You can have however many women as you please, so... can you please not interfere with my work?"

As soon as she said that, the atmosphere grew tense. The remaining warmth on Weston's face disappeared completely and his eyes turned icy cold.

"Did you bring this whole thing up just so I would agree to let you work?" he asked, his voice brimming with threats. "Yes," Stella admitted, bracing for the worst.

She then heard Weston's cold, mirthless laugh.

"Go on, then," he said. "Tell me what sort of work this is, that you've risked everything for."

Stella had wanted to hide the truth for a little longer, but she could tell from his expressions that he must've already found out about it. If that were the case, it would be better if she come clean now to minimize the chances of him getting too angry about it.

"I've gone for an audition with Bradley Lane," she confessed to him. "And I've been accepted too. I want to work with them starting tomorrow."

Weston tugged at his collar and scoffed. It really was as he had surmised.

He knew all along that Stella had lied to him about going to the restroom. He assumed that it must've been an excuse to replace a secret place to contact someone he didn't want her in contact with. Hence, once she got into the car, he had the club's manager show him the surveillance video.

Stella's voice in the video was almost inaudible, but Weston could read lips and he could roughly guess what she was saying. That was when he realized that he'd been fooled by her all this time. She'd been telling him that she was going out to meet Roger at the university, but she'd actually been at a film set all along.

"I have to say that was pretty impressive of you," he jeered. "You've been pulling the wool over my eyes for so long!"

"I didn't mean to deceive you," Stella defended herself. "If I did, I wouldn't have told you about it just now, would I?"

"You only told me because you realized that it's impossible to hide it from me any longer," he argued. "Don't think for a second that I don't know what's on your mind right now!" At that moment, Weston hated his ability to see through people's minds. He fixed his stare at

the woman in front of him. He still saw the same pair of crystal clear eyes, but there was no longer any love or affection for him as there used to be. "You've been doing what I've explicitly told you not to, haven't you, hmm?" Stella wanted to shove Weston's hands away, but when faced with those rage-filled eyes of his, she couldn't help but stay still and close her eyes. She braced herself and reached up to plant a light kiss between his brows. "I really didn't mean to deceive you," she murmured. "I just couldn't replace the right time to tell you."

This sudden bold move of hers stunned him for a moment.

He was just about to explode in fury, yet a little kiss was all it took to extinguish his boiling rage.

He couldn't possibly let her off so easily, though.

"Did you think that you can get away just by doing that?" he asked, the embers in his eyes still glowing red.

But Stella was not done. She pulled his collar toward her, leaned over till she almost brushed against his lips, and kissed his chin. Then she moved down to his neck, planting little butterfly kisses along the way tenderly stimulating his pleasure. They'd done things like this countless times when they were married, but it had always been Weston who started it and Stella at the receiving end. She might have responded eagerly sometimes, but it was nowhere near enough to satiate his appetite.

He was more accustomed to pinning her down, having his way with her. Yet now, each movement of hers drove him insane. She had never been this way before.

Weston realized that his feelings were hanging by a thread, one that had its other end tied around Stella's finger. The slightest gesture from her could ignite the flame of desire that burned in his whole body. "Don't try to distract me," he muttered in a hoarse voice.

Weston tried to push her away, but Stella wrapped her arms around him as if she was made of jelly

"All I want to do is to give it a try," she purred. "Bradley Lane told me that I have some potential in acting. I just want to see how well I can do. Please?"