Mr. Ford Is Jealous

Chapter 77

That would have been way better than her state right now, compared to the searing pain that she felt each time she thought of her lost child…

Falling asleep was a struggle every night, and when she eventually managed to fall asleep, she would awake in tears each time.

What about him?

Stella looked coldly at him. “The thing I regret the most in my life is…Mm!”

Before she could complete her sentence, her lips were sealed by another. She could only swallow the words that were on the tip of her tongue, while what she had spoken were lost between their lips.

Weston kissed her hard, his arms circling her waist like bands of steel. He pressed her down on the couch and exerted more pressure with every passing second.

Her words were the final straw that broke the camel’s back.

He had reached the limits of what he could bear, and all he could do now was to let his overwhelming emotions drown himself out.

He wanted to kiss her… Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

He wanted to take her…

He wanted to stop her damned lips from saying things that he hated hearing. He wanted Stella to be like she was before, looking at him with those eyes filled with single minded love for him.

Him and him only.

“Mm… West… Weston Ford!”

Stella struggled with all her might, her eyes widening with fear. “Let me go…let me go!” She struck her fists against his chest continuously, not expecting that he would force himself upon her.

When she felt his hand reaching under her shirt, Stella flung a tight slap on his face.

Smack!

The sound quietened the entire private room.

The silence was deafening.

No one dared to blatantly look at what Weston was doing, but everyone was in fact looking at them from the corner of their eye.

When they saw the two of them kissing, one of them even lamented inside, “To think that someone as chaste as Mr. Ford would cheat on Cohen, the famous celebrity, behind her back…”

“Men are all the same, there’s no such thing as abstinence and being chaste! It’s merely a matter of taste. Once the taste is right, anything goes!”

“This woman looks like she’s lost. She’s clearly an honest woman who doesn’t belong here! My take is that he doesn’t fancy all those beautiful women in the past because they are all too savvy for him…”

The men bowled over with laughter, in unspoken agreement to pretend that they did not see anything happen.

This was an unstated rule in the industry to turn a blind eye to certain things if they wished to survive in peace.

However, no one expected what would happen next…

That the woman would give Weston a slap! In an instant, the bustling chaos died down, leaving behind a dead silence.

Stella was in a furious daze, her palm still numb from the slap. She panted heavily, her entire body quivering. Weston was half-shrouded in darkness and it was difficult to see the expression on his face. However, the faint red mark on his face could roughly be seen under the dim light. He remained unmoved, and even more calm and composed than he was before.

This was the first time he received a slap. Instead of being furious, he looked at Stella as unknown thoughts ran through his mind.

Stella took a deep breath.

She was absolutely disgusted and horrified when she snapped back to reality and wiped away all traces of his scent from her lips. She stood up and left the place without turning back.

She stumbled out of the door of the private room.

It was only after the door closed that someone responded, “Why did she run? Mr. Ford, do you want us to chase after her?”

Weston glanced coldly at them, his bloodshot eyes looking murderous, “Scram.” Along the corridor. Stella had just run a few steps when she heard a loud sound coming from the private room she just left.

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It sounded like something had overturned, and all its contents crashed on the floor.