Mr. Ford Is Jealous

Chapter 1381

Stella walked to the cage and took the key to unlock them for him. “You really are a troublesome man. Are all these chains necessary? One should be more than

sufficient. I don’t think you can break free from such a big one.”

Weston did not say anything, while Stella only mumbled to herself.

“Do you know what will happen next?” he reminded her out of the blue.

She paused for a moment, but then she still unlocked the shackles from him and said to him, “I told you, I believe you won’t hurt me. Since I chose to stay, that means I chose to trust you.”

His eyes suddenly became red, and he looked sideways.

She sighed. After unchaining him, she helped him stand up.

The two sat down on the edge of the bed. Weston had cleaned up his wounds earlier and did not smell so strong of blood anymore.

She said, “Do you sleep inside or outside?”

He did not expect that she would ask him such a question one day as if they were a normal couple.

After a while, he answered with a hoarse voice. “Whichever is fine.”

“Then you sleep inside.”

She continued, “I’m worried you might roll off at night.”

But he simply sat there motionlessly and looked at her without the slightest intention of moving.

She frowned. “Do you want me to put you to bed?”

He shook his head. “You sleep on the inside.” Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

His message was very obvious. He was afraid that she might escape in the middle of the night when he was asleep.

If she slept inside, he would be able to detect it.

Stella pinched her glabella helplessly. “You win.”

She had no choice but to lie down on the side near the wall.

Weston then lay down beside her. The moment she lay down, he pulled her into his arms.

She had no time to react before she was snug in the man’s grasp.

Smelling his scent, she patted his chest. “Don’t hold me too tight. I’m a little suffocated.”

Weston loosened his grip slightly, allowing her to find a comfortable position.

She rested on his arm and looked at him. “Is this okay? Will your hands go numb?”

He shook his head. “No.”

His thin lips pressed against her forehead, brushing her skin as he spoke, and his warm breath fanning her ear.

She closed her eyes, forcing herself to ignore the dominating scent of the man.

It did not take long before she felt someone kissing her.

She tried to pretend that she did not know, but the kisses became more and more noticeable and excessive.

He went down her forehead and started again to the tip of her nose before stopping at her lips, going deeper and deeper, little by little, and with a little tentativeness.

Stella was kissed by him enough. Her breathing was a little short, and she could only warn him. “Sleep properly!”

Weston, however, did not listen to her. He suddenly clasped her wrist and placed her beneath his body, and started kissing her neck.

She opened her eyes. Staring into his deep eyes, she said expressionlessly, “What do you want?”

His silence ensued, and he simply continued kissing her neck, leaving faint marks on her skin.

Her chest continued to rise and fall. Sensing his intentions, she said to him coldly and stiffly, “Don’t get ahead of yourself.