Mr. Ford Is Jealous
Chapter 89

Chapter 89 He looked coldly at the man stuck in the car, completely not hiding the mocking look in his eyes, "You've overestimated your abilities." With that, he turned around and strode away.

Weston carried Stella into the car, who struggled profusely with all her might. "Let me go!"

Weston remained unmoving, despite how much she was cursing and hitting him.

He had thought through things; So what if Stella was unwilling? As long as he wanted it, there was nothing he couldn't get his hands on.

"Weston Ford, you're mad! Let me down! You madman!"

Humiliating insults flew from Stella's mouth. She never knew that she was capable of scolding someone so harshly, as if she expanded her lifetime of hatred and disgust on a single person.

Weston pressed down on the back of the head and did not react to a single one of her insults, no matter how nasty sounding they were.

It was only when Stella's voice became increasingly hoarse and she was on the verge of angry tears that he finally said, in a rare show of compassion, "Have you berated me enough? If so, then shut up from now on."

He flung her into the car and side-stepped into it. He put his fingers against her lips and said, "If you're not good, I'll seal your lips. What shall I use to seal your lips?" Stella's eyes widened as she stared at the man before her in disbelief. After a long while, she exclaimed through gritted teeth, "Shameless!" Weston chuckled out loud and landed a tender kiss on her forehead. "Seems like you want my lips to seal yours. Why didn't I figure out previously that you're a greedy one?" This man was shameless to an extreme degree that Stella suddenly had no more words for him.

Weston saw her suddenly quieten down and pecked her on the cheeks. "That's the way. As long as you remain obedient and make me feel good, I can give you everything you want. Is it worth it to pit yourself against me?" He shook her chin gently, "Follow me. I want you."

Stella felt fatigue wash over her entire being. She looked at Westón. "What exactly do you want?"

Weston kissed her again at the corner of her lips, "I said it just now I want you to follow me. What did I say just now that you did not understand? Do you want me to repeat myself?"

Stella shut eyes, refusing to argue with him on this. "Justin is innocent, he merely wanted to help me..."

"Don't worry, I won't make things difficult for him," Weston did not like her speaking up for another man, and he tightened his grip over her.

The sight of Stella furrowing her brows in slight pain made him release his hand, satisfied

with her reaction. "The less you care about him, the safer he'll be. Do you understand?" Stella shrunk back, trying as much as possible not to be in contact with Weston at all. She was extremely tired. "Please don't implicate the innocent. Weston Ford, this is my bottom line."

Weston burst out laughing. "Innocent? Don't tell me you can't see that he's interested in you." "So what if I can tell? I'm single, so why can't other men pursue me?"

Stella was unusually calm, and her voice was calm and composed. She looked at Weston, "Mr. Ford, what exactly is up with you? You have a wife and a child. What's with all these you are doing?" Weston's eyes turned cold, "So what? No one can stop me from doing what I want to do."

Stella shut her eyes, refusing to speak any further. Weston hated seeing how cold and distant she looked. He would rather see her lose control and turn hysterical instead of seeing no traces of himself in the depths of her eyes. "Stella Sealey, I'm not kidding.” He calmed down and said with unprecedented firmness, "Follow me. It's your only choice."