Mr. Ford Is Jealous
Chapter 466

Chapter 466

Stella's husky, confused voice turned Weston on. He leaned over and planted a deep and passionate kiss on her lips. She was almost out of breath when he finally let her go.

"What's that?" Stella asked, still in a daze. "What are you doing? It's uncomfortable."

"Don't move," Weston commanded. "I'm taking your temperature. Did you catch a cold?" "No," Stella shook her head. "But your body has been hot and cold these past two days. Are you sure you're not sick?" Stella shook her head again.

"I feel fine..." she insisted.

The medicine worked really well when she took it last night, and she hardly experienced any negative side effects. Even Weston noticed that she was especially compliant last night, although he would have never suspected it was the effect of the drug.

"You must tell me if you're feeling unwell, okay?" he told her while stroking her hair gently. "Okay..." Stella replied simply, aroused by Weston's warm breath on her face.

Stella usually took her medicine early in the evening before Weston came home because she didn't want him to see it. However, she did not anticipate him coming home so late today, meaning that the drug had long taken effect without her having any chance of getting released. She wrapped her arms around the nape of his neck, barely able to contain herself any longer. Weston noticed that she had been so much more proactive lately.

"You haven't eaten, have you?" "What?" Stella replied, puzzled. "I have. I've eaten a lot this evening."

"Then why do you still look so hungry?"

Stella knew what he meant instantly. She gave him a look and quickly withdrew her arms. Weston knew too well that she was just shy. He grabbed her hands and pinned them down above her head before pouncing on her with a deep, voracious kiss.

It was well after midnight when they were finally done.

Stella's entire body was soaking wet as if she had just come up from a swimming pool. She was leaning against Weston's shoulder with her eyes closed, drifting into sleep. Her scorching body temperature was also gradually cooling down.

Weston gently listed her and carried her to the bathroom. He placed her in the bathtub and began to clean her body. Often, he'd become remarkably patient once his carnal desire had been quenched, Stella could order him around and make him do anything, and he would obey her without as much as uttering a word.

"Lift up your arms," he told her as he sat down behind her in the bathtub. "I'm giving you a scrub."

Stella lifted her arms, after which Weston proceeded to scrub her back. Then he said, "Turn around." Stella turned around to face Weston, but she crossed her arms over her breasts. "I've seen it all by now," he teased her with a cheeky smile. "Isn't it a little too late to be shy? Just put your arms down."

Stella remained motionless.

Weston got up and turned off the light. The bathroom was now only illuminated by the dim flicker of the scented candles.

"Now, would you put your arms down?"

Stella still hesitated.

Weston sighed and told her, "If I wanted to do it, it wouldn't have made any difference even if you had a dozen layers of clothes on." "Besides," he added in a deep gruff voice, "we've already done it twice today I'm completely satiated, for now. So don't worry, okay?" Stella stared at him, unsure if she should trust him, but ultimately decided she should give him a chance.

Without saying a word, Weston went on to scrub her whole body. Once he was done, he quickly wrapped her up in a towel and carried her to the bed. He then took a quick shower himself and returned to bed. Weston pulled Stella into his arms, and they both fell into a deep sleep, completely ignoring the endlessly vibrating phone on the nightstand.