Mr. Ford Is Jealous

Chapter 1418

It was what Stella had said herself, but the touch of her hands subconsciously became lighter.

Weston looked at her and wished she wasn’t so gentle. Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

Instead, she could’ve been a little rougher, to hurt him, to make him feel the pain. Perhaps, only then would he feel more secure.

She was completely unaware of what was going through Weston’s mind.

She lowered her head and treated his wounds carefully.

He reached his hand out and touched her cheek, then tucked the hair beside her cheek behind her ear.

She felt itchy and tilted her head a little, wanting to dodge his touch.

The man’s face suddenly turned gloomy, yet he did not say anything.

When she finished treating his wounds, he looked away. “You can go.”

He said, “I don’t need your pity.”

She was startled and looked at him. “How can there be someone who is so ungrateful as you? You were enjoying yourself while I was bandaging you, and now that I’ve calmed you down, you’re chasing me away?”

He gritted his teeth. “I didn’t let you go.”

How could he do that?

He would never let her go. He would do whatever he could to keep her by his side.

But that would be a burden for her.

In those past years, he had never given her happiness.

Now he was unwilling to make it difficult for her by not being able to control his emotions like a loser.

He could not stand the look of impatience and disgust in her eyes, but he could not stand the fact that she would give in to him, would not even fight it, and would just let him do what he wanted to her however he liked.

This would only make him think that he was a loser.

Not only could he not give her happiness, but he also made her give in to him and

worry about his mental state.

For men, dignity was engraved in the bones, especially for a somewhat conservative man like Weston. He would never allow himself to be a weakling to a woman.

She tossed the bandage aside and stood up. “Since you already said so, I will leave.”

After that, she made a move to leave.

Just as she reached the door, she heard a clamoring sound of chains from behind her.

He almost staggered to his feet and swept her into his arms from behind, holding her tightly without a word.

She could feel his force. It was about to break her back.

His arms were strong, like iron, and a brick wall covered her.

She gritted her teeth tightly and could feel his heavy breathing ringing in her ears.

She wanted to raise her hands to push him away many times, but in the end, she only put his hands on his arms and gradually tightened her grip.

“If you don’t want me to leave, you must tell me.”

He breathed heavily and was reluctant to speak.

She shut her eyes. “If you don’t say it, I will leave.”

“Don’t go…”

He finally said it with his hoarse voice. “Don’t leave me.”

He almost choked up. “Don’t go, please don’t go… Stay with me.”

She could feel his emotions and the sudden sticky sensation on her shoulder.

Not wanting to think about the damp and moist thing, she just closed her eyes and let him hold her.

After a long time, she felt him slowly letting go of her.

Then, he turned his back on her. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t control my emotions.”

He gritted his teeth and walked back in, locking the cage.

She frowned and walked quickly to his front, “I came over to tell you that you need not lock yourself up again. You can see me if you want to. What’s this entering–and- exiting–the–cage show for?”