Mr. Ford Is Jealous

Chapter 221

Stella just sat down on the sofa. Then, she saw Weston walking in from the balcony, holding his phone next to his ear. He glanced at her and said, “I have something to take care of. Be good and stay home.” After picking up his jacket on the chair, he put it on and buttoned it up while walking toward the entrance. After taking a few steps, he suddenly stopped and looked back at Stella. “Come here.” He gestured to her with a wave. Stella hesitated a little before she stood up from the couch and slowly walked up to him.” What’s the matter?” Weston said nothing as he pulled her by the collar and picked her up. Stella subconsciously let out a scream while her feet dangled in the air.

He carried her in his arms before she could even react. Their position changed at once. She looked down at the man in front of her and subconsciously put her hands on his shoulders to steady herself. Weston easily carried her with one hand while his other hand grabbed the back of her neck. He pressed her down and kissed her.

His hand was so strong that Stella was unable to struggle. He held her tightly and stole a hard kiss from her. He held her on top of him and forced her to take his kiss. Stella closed her eyes and waited until the man’s invading scent faded away like a tidal wave. Finally, she opened her eyes. Her eyelashes fluttered gently. She resisted him strongly, but she held it in. Neither of them said anything. Perhaps, they did not need to say anything. Stella turned her head away, but Weston would not let her escape. He held her chin and forced her to look into his eyes. “I want to hear you say you’ll wait for me to come back.” Stella exhaled, looked into his eyes, and said softly, “Okay.” She just could not say those words to him. However, Weston was satisfied with her one worded reply. As for the rest, he was not in a hurry to find out.

He set her down and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. However, his tone was unmistakable. “I hope I will see you when I come home.”

He reached out to help Stella-tidy her hair around her ear.

Stella stood there and let him do whatever he wanted. Then, she watched him leave.

All her strength escaped her the moment the door was closed. She stood still and did not move.

Suddenly, she dashed to the bathroom. She turned on the faucet and washed the corners of her mouth vigorously. She kept rinsing her mouth and turned the faucet to maximum, letting it hit on her skin as she rubbed herself so hard that her skin was red. Finally, she slowed down when her skin felt sore.

When the housekeeper, Joan, heard the noises, she hurriedly rushed over. She thought something had just happened.

She was shocked to see Stella keep rinsing herself off. She stood in the bathroom doorway, wondering if she should report to Weston. Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

Stella heard the footsteps and looked up. When she saw the woman standing in the doorway, she managed a smile at her. She paused a little before asking her in a shaky voice, “Can you not tell him?”

When she said ‘him’, she meant Weston.