Mr. Ford Is Jealous

Chapter 1407

Soon afterward, Stella suddenly smelled a pleasant aroma-

This time, she was sure she was not just imagining it. The aroma clearly wafted in from the direction of the kitchen. She got up from the balcony and carefully put down the tablet in her hands before heading towards the living room.

As she suspected, she saw a tall figure there.

Stella almost stopped breathing as she slowly tiptoed into the kitchen, only to see Weston standing there wearing an apron. There was also a pot of boiling water on the stove next to him.

Weston then deftly cut up some vegetables and plopped them into the pot before covering them with a lid. He turned around and saw Stella standing there at the door, her face looking sickly and pale.

He frowned, then walked up to her and touched her face with the back of his hand to check if she had a fever.

“What’s wrong?” he asked. “Are you feeling unwell?”

“Are you out of your mind?!” Stella swatted his hand away, still recovering from the shock. “How can you just sneak into my house without telling me?! You’re absolutely crazy!”

Weston froze. He had not expected her to react so strongly to his presence there.

“I’m sorry,” he said after a pause. “I sent you a text, but you didn’t reply.” Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

“I was trying to enjoy a peaceful vacation at home!” she replied. “That’s why I put my phone on airplane mode! Just because I didn’t reply to your text doesn’t mean you can sneak into my house without my permission! No, wait-”

Stella paused abruptly, looking like she just realized something.

“How did you get in here?” she asked. “You didn’t steal the passcode to our house, did you? Or did you somehow secretly take my thumbprints when I didn’t realize it?”

Weston fell silent for a while without responding to her questions. Then he finally told her, “I don’t need to steal the passcode to the door. I can easily guess it.”

Judging by how deeply he knew and understood her, it took almost no effort for him to guess any of her passwords.

“I don’t care what you say,” said Stella, massaging her temples. “Just get out of my

house now!”

She tried to push him away, but he would not even budge.

“Why won’t you move?” she asked, impatient. “Fine! If you’re not leaving, then I’ll

leave!”

“I’m sorry,” Weston immediately hugged her from behind. “I didn’t mean to frighten you…”

Stella took a deep breath and lowered her voice as she told him, “Right now, you’re the one who suddenly popped up in my house without my permission. Don’t act like you’re the victim here!”

He was speaking to her in a grumbling tone that made it seem like she was bullying

him.

He then fell silent and just planted soft kisses on the nape of her neck before slowly moving down, obviously trying to please her.

Stella wanted to push him away, but she felt how tenderly he was holding her and how he whispered softly in her ear, “I made your favorite dishes. Don’t you want to

taste them?”

A tempting and mouthwatering aroma wafted out of the kitchen. Stella suddenly lost all her will to resist, not least because she remembered that phone call from Dr. Hayden Quirk when he said that Weston was mentally unstable and had to take some medication to treat his condition…

She sighed.

“What did you make?” she asked.

Weston’s eyes lit up as if in disbelief that she would actually give in. He took her hand and kissed it again and again before telling her in a husky voice, “I made all your

favorite dishes.”

Stella no longer resisted him after that. She did indeed feel sorry for him. So even after finishing making the food, he still hung around the couch in the living room, seemng to be in no hurry to leave. Seeing this, she merely urged, “It’s getting really late now. You should go upstairs back to your own home.”

“I don’t have a home,” argued Weston. He turned to look at her with a smile, but his eyes were tainted with a trace of pain and misery. “You don’t want me now, so I don’t have any home to go back to anymore.”

”

Weston was giving Stella a headache at that point. She wondered if he figured it out himself or did anyone teach him this trick? Why was he acting all weak and

vulnerable in front of her now? Did he discover that she was much more prone to give in if he showed signs of weakness?

“You do have a home as long as you have the deeds to prove it,” she argued, “so stop acting so pitiful!”

She then picked up a pillow and threw it at him.

“I don’t have any needs for you to satisfy right now,” she added, “so don’t even dream of spending the night in my house.”