Mr. Ford Is Jealous
Chapter 92

Chapter 92 A long time had passed, but he didn't respond.

Weston acted as though he hadn't heard what she had said. He leisurely walked to the counter and grabbed a delicate glass. He poured himself a glass of water and asked her, "Do you want some?" He acted so naturally as though they were close, like a couple who had been married for a long time.

Stella's intention was clear. She repeated herself, "Are we not going to start? Aren't you afraid? What if Guinevere suddenly returns?"

Based on what she knew, Weston was already married to Guinevere. They were definitely living together. They had a newborn child at home. Stella certainly did not think that Weston would be bold enough to take her to him home with Guinevere.

This was probably his other property.

At a glance, the unit's decor was minimalistic. It was mostly black and white, exuding a cool and monotone vibe. The unit was mostly filled with a man's items. There was no trace of a woman's presence. "It's late. If you don't go back, won't Guinevere look for you?" She remembered the phone call from Guinevere in the room earlier and smiled sarcastically.

She had always thought that Weston loved Guinevere. But when she thought more about it, it seemed like Weston's love was limited.

Otherwise, he would not have gone to a place like that without Guinevere's knowledge. He would not have to bring Stella home either.

Weston finished the cold water in a gulp. He lowered his eyes and looked at the cold reflection

from the counter: "Are you so worried that she'll come over?"

Stella turned sideways and reminded him with an ironic tone, "Mr. Ford, don't you know? With this situation, it's only reasonable for Guinevere to push all the blame onto me. She'd parade my sins on the street You forced me to come here, but I'll be the culprit to her! You're the one sinning, but she'll take it out on me twice as hard!"

Weston frowned and said in a low voice, "I won't let it happen."

"You've allowed it to happen once."

Stella cut him off. "Besides, I almost died that time..."

He slammed the glass heavily on the table, making a loud clang.

The man strode to her and almost uncontrollably pulled her into his arms. Without any other warning, he tipped her chin up before taking her mouth in a hard kiss.

His tolerance for Stella had gotten better, but that did not mean she could act willfully.

He did not want her to say anything about that again. He did not want to hear her talk about death.

Stella resisted fiercely at first, but it was useless. All thought of resistance faded, and she instead relaxed her arms and let him do whatever he wanted with an empty heart.

She closed her eyes. Her face paled, and even her lips were losing their color. A nauseating feeling kept surging in her stomach. It was unbearable.

Weston was getting more and more addicted to her. It had been a long time since he had touched her like this.

His hand kneaded around her waist, implying his strong needs. Just as his hand was about to reach under her dress, Stella suddenly opened her eyes and could not help retching. In that instant, all the steamy atmosphere was gone.

Weston let go but fixed his cold eyes on her.

He watched as she ran to the trash can and vomited everything out. The man gazed at her under hooded lids. He looked down at her with a thunderous emotions rumbling in him. When Stella finally calmed down a little, he asked raspily, "It's just a kiss. Why are you overreacting? How are you going to get through it later?' He was not going to hurt Stella. He just wanted her by his side for the night. However, after watching her reaction just now, something violent throbbed in him. She kept rejecting him, but he refused to grant her wish.

As tears welled up in her eyes, she closed her eyes. She had to vomit out almost everything to forget the disgusting touch just now. Disgusting!

When he kissed her, she felt sick.