Mr. Ford Is Jealous

Chapter 262

Stella was instantly overcome by a fierce coughing fit that caused her to tremble violently, as she slumped helplessly on his knee. Finally, after a chaotic few minutes, all the water in her lungs was out.

She opened her eyes, dazed, and saw Weston in front of her. Her face showed clearly, with her wet hair in a bunch When he saw that she was slowly recovering, he let out a relieved sigh. “Thank god you’re fine,”

Seemingly unable to comprehend what she had just gone through, she took a glance at the bathroom before asking, “What happened?” Then, when she lowered her head and saw what she was wearing, she shrieked in horror and subconsciously hugged herself, trying to avoid him.

Are you stupid? How can you drown when you’re showering?” At that, she remembered that she had indeed wanted to shower, but slept off in the bathtub from exhaustion. She didn’t know how long she slept but as her body relaxed, she slowly slid into the water. If it weren’t for Weston, she would’ve probably been dead. She was a little scared thinking about it, but at the same time, didn’t regret it. If she died just like that, she could escape all that pain and misery. It was as if he saw right through her intention and grabbed her chin with force. “Don’t even think about it. If you die, I won’t let Roger live well.” Her eyes flew open. “Weston!” she yelled.

Though Weston knew that she’d be mad next, he still felt the need to tell her.

“Don’t try to leave me like that. You should know by now, that if you die, I will only make Roger’s life hard. No matter where you are, I will find you.” NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

The scene of Stella falling from the rooftop flashed through his mind, an incident that he would never want to remember again for as long as he lived.

Stella falling from the rooftop had always been his most terrifying nightmare.

Never would he allow her to be in danger in this life. Never again.

She glared at him with hatred and warned, “If you dare to hurt Roger, my ghost will haunt you till kingdom come.”

He sneered. “I was afraid you’d let me go like that.”

“You…” She was speechless.

She got out of the bathtub. With her entire body soaked with water, she shivered in cold.

Weston’s eyes darkened as he gawked at her head to toe, restraining the urge he was feeling He wrapped her in a bathrobe, picked her up, and strode out of the bathroom right to the bed where he gently placed her.

Stella immediately shrank inside her blanket, refusing to communicate with him.

He didn’t make a sound, and his face went dark.

He shot her a glare before taking out a hair dryer and lifting the quilt. “Come out,” he said sternly.

With her back turned, she remained silent and refused to entertain a thing he said.

Patience had its limits, and so did Weston’s. Without waiting, he pulled her out of the blanket straight into his arms and began to blow-dry her hair.

His movements were a bit rough as he tugged on her hair, and although her scalp hurt, her lips remained tightly sealed, not letting a single squeak escape.