Mr. Ford Is Jealous
Chapter 60

Chapter 60

Now, she had a temperament that contrasted starkly with that of the past.

Weston knew that clearly, but he did not want her to get used to behaving like this.

He could only accept people obeying his orders. He still preferred how submissive she used to be.

"I repeat: Get in the car."

The silvery black luxury car inched forward alongside the lone woman walking on the road.

Weston followed right next to her, staring straight ahead without looking at her, "Stella Sealey, don't be a fool."

He gave an ultimatum, "There are no taxis for hire around. Do you intend to just walk home?"

Stella slowed down in her steps and looked at him, "So what? What does it have to do with

you?"

Upon her words, an engine revving rang into the night sky.

Weston stepped on the accelerator and sped off without a word.

In the wake of the smell of burnt rubber and flying dust, Stella was stunned for a moment by the car that left so suddenly, then she chuckled self-derisively.

Weston Ford was the same as always, a man so arrogant that he cared for no one else aside from himself.

The fact that he could tolerate her repeated attempts to challenge his authority already exceeded her expectations of him.

She looked around her. Indeed, there was no one around, not even a single car.

It took around one hour to drive here from the city, based on her estimation.

Stella exhaled aloud and pulled out her phone to navigate her way out of the neighborhood.

She had just taken a few steps when a silvery gray car stopped right next to her.

"Hey, beautiful. You're all alone?"

The window of the sports car descended, and a face donning a pair of sunglasses emerged.

He looked rather flamboyant, with a face that could be considered handsome, as much as male celebrities in the entertainment circle.

There was an equally beautiful woman sitting on the passenger seat. Her skin-tight bright red dress showed off every bit of her curvy, good figure.

Stella was very certain that she did not know him and continued walking straight ahead, ignoring him.

The car continued driving slowly next to her despite her clear rejection.

"Are you really intending to walk back home from here? There are no stops along this entire stretch of road. You need to walk at least three to four hours to reach a place where you can

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hail a taxi."

He glanced at the shoes she was wearing. "Aren't you afraid of wearing out your shoes?"

"None of your business, "Stella snorted mildly. The man in the car chuckled. "A stubborn one, this one."

He pulled off his shades and revealed a beautiful pair of eyes. It was a handsome face indeed.

Somehow, Stella found him rather familiar, his face resembling someone she knew.

She pondered about it and realized that his features looked somewhat like that of Weston, which made her detest him even further. The man appeared to be of excellent temperament. "Why don't I give you a ride?" Upon his words, the woman in the passenger seat furrowed her brows, "Darling, there's only one passenger seat in here."

His sports car only had space for one other passenger. If he wanted to give this woman a ride, what about her then?

The bright smile that was still on his face as he talked to Stella faded instantly. "In that case, you'll just have to walk home like this lady is doing." The woman's eyes widened, and she said frustratedly, "Xavier Ford, you're a madman!"

She picked up her bag and threw it at him.

Xavier caught it and threw it aside, his face growing cold. "What are you waiting for? Scram!"

The woman opened her mouth as if wanting to say something. Eventually, she decided against it and swallowed her words. She pointed at his nose. "Fine, you have guts!"

With that, she opened the door and got out of the car.

Before she regained her footing, the silvery gray vehicle had already sped off mercilessly into the night.