Mr. Ford Is Jealous
Chapter 437

Chapter 437

Weston did not expect Stella to wake up earlier than him. When he woke up, there was no one lying beside him.

He called out in a hoarse voice, "Stella?"

There was nothing but silence in the room. He lifted the blanket and casually put on a robe. As he walked out, he smelled the nice aroma coming from the kitchen.

His eyes flickered a little. This familiar smell was not Joan's cooking.

It was just as expected. He found Stella in the kitchen with an apron on. She was making some soup and looked very busy going in and out. It reminded him of the old Stella. When she heard some noises, she stopped moving and turned around, only to meet Weston's gaze.

She smiled at him. "You're up? Breakfast will be ready soon. You can wait in the living room."

The man was suddenly lost in thought. This scene reminded much of the morning he told her about the divorce.

Stella acted like this that day too. They went all out on bed the night before, but she woke up early the next day just to prepare breakfast for him. Her eyes were filled with her love for him. This time, he did not turn away like he did that morning. Instead, he walked into the kitchen and hugged her from behind.

He rested his chin on her shoulder and breathed in her scent from behind. He wondered what kind of shampoo she used. It smelled really good,

When he rubbed the tip of his nose against her skin, it tickled her a little.

Stella felt ticklish and laughed a little. "Stop it. It'll be done soon... Go wait for me in the living room first, okay?"

It had been a long time since she spoke to him in such a sweet tone. Weston thought he was still in a dream. It was impossible for him to reject any of Stella's requests when she was like this.

He planted a loving kiss on her cheek and finally released her reluctantly. Then, he turned and went to the living room.

Even then, he looked back at her several times.

He went to the couch in the living room, picked up the tablet, and started working on the day's work. Soon, the food's aroma became stronger and stronger.

Soon, Stella placed the pot of soup on the table and told him, "Come and eat now!" Weston put down the tablet in his hand and stood up. Stella looked young and refreshed with her hair tied in a bun. Her skin looked so supple and fine under the soft morning light. She wiped her hands, took off her apron, and then hung it on the wall. When she turned around, Weston leaned toward her to pick her up. She cried out in surprise before she found her feet dangling midair. The man stood in front of

her the next second and looked up at her.

Stella laughed a little. She put her hands on his shoulder and pressed her forehead against his. "Stop messing around... Let's eat first, okay?" She had changed so much overnight. This made Weston feel slightly surreal.

The feeling made him feel like he would wake up from this sweet dream in the next second. He kissed her on the tip of her nose, then on her lips. Finally, he planted a kiss on the side of her neck and called out to her obsessively, "Stella...

"Stella..."

Stella raised her head and seemed to enjoy his intimate touches. She seemed to be in love and comfortable. However, a glint of coldness flashed in her eyes as she looked straight ahead.

She reached her fingers into his black hair and slowly rubbed and stroked his hair gently. Weston enjoyed it a lot and sighed in pleasure.

Stella looked down at him with an expressionless face. It turned out that taming him was so easy.