Mr. Ford Is Jealous
Chapter 82

Chapter 82

So noisy...

Why was it so noisy?

Stella was already in much pain to begin with, but the unrelenting noise by her ears which sounded like people fighting worsened the pain further. "Mr. Hall..." She called for him once again. "Could you take me to the hospital?"

Justin stepped forward and looked into Weston's eyes, "Mr. Ford, do you hear that? She's calling for me." Weston fell silent as he glared at the woman in his arms. Yet, he still showed no signs of handing her over to Justin. He was serious when he delivered that punch to Justin earlier. Justin touched the roof of his mouth with the tip of his tongue, which sent pain shooting through his face. Stella was probably not the only one who needed a doctor right now. He probably needed one himself, too

With that thought, he glanced tentatively at Weston. What relationship did he really have with Stella? It must be close enough for him to get so agitated. In his impression, everyone else always knew Weston as the cold prince. He always maintained his composure even if mountains were to come crashing down before him.

"I don't want to repeat myself. Scram." Weston ignored him and began walking away with Stella in his arms.

The woman in his arms suddenly opened her eyes, as if sensing that something was wrong. When she looked into Weston's eyes, she was rudely awoken by the sight of him. "What are you doing here?" She struggled against his hold with all her might, her eyes filled with resistance. "Let me go! I said, let me go! Do you hear me?'

She was already feeling terrible, drifting in and out of consciousness. Earlier, she was in a daze and clueless about the situation. Now that she saw Weston's face clearly, the sight of him made her feel utterly disgusted.

"What else do you intend to do to me? I'm already in such a terrible state, and you still refuse to let me go?" "Why can't you just let me go?" Indignance overflowed in her heart the more she yelled. She had never hated someone with such intensity. "I beg of you, please let me go..."

Even Justin was shocked by Stella's sudden reaction. He had no idea that she was so repulsed by Weston.

Weston continued keeping her forcefully in his embrace, and even tightened his hold over her. The sight of Stella trying to struggle weakly out of his embrace made his eyes darken with

displeasure. She seldom cried in front of him, but her eyes were turning red as tears welled in her eyes. It might have been due to the aphrodisiac effects of the fragrance, but it was also her genuine innermost thoughts.

Weston knew that the next time he met Stella, she would surely reject his advances. Yet, he never dared to face up to this impending issue.

The searing heat of her tears made him feel it all, raw and cutting. He had long become an outsider in her eyes.

He sneered, reaching a hand out to wipe her tears away.

Indeed, Stella's tears was always effective on him no matter when.

Weston lifted his head and looked coldly at the other man, "Are you sure you want to offend me over a woman?"

"Pardon me, Mr. Ford. No one in this world would want to offend you. I merely want to bring Ella away from here."

"Very well. As long as you have the ability to bear the consequences of your actions." With that, Weston released his grip over Stella and let her go just like that.

Stella immediately left his arms the moment she saw the chance to.

Justin stepped forward to hold her steady. "Be careful. I'll send you to the hospital."

Stella nodded and left with Justin without so much as turning her head back.

It was only after she got into the car and shut the door that Weston finally retracted his gaze and turned around to leave.

He had lost control enough times tonight.

He didn't want to make any more mistakes.

He rubbed between his brows, his body shrouded in darkness, as he forced himself not to look back.

It was just a woman, that's all.

Everyone in the private room thought that Weston wouldn't return.