Semua Bab Mr. Ford Is Jealous: Bab 91 - Bab 100

Justin did not have the slightest chance against Weston. He had always known that the strong dominated the world. Even so, justice and fairness still prevailed. Justin was able to navigate between the two and handled it well. Despite that, he felt the overwhelming difference between Weston and him.Weston had defeated him without using his power and money. Instead, he had defeated Justin at his best game. Justin was thoroughly humiliated. He only had one goal in his mind, which was to not let Stella leave with Weston.Before he could think of a way, the Cullinan had already driven past him with a double flash. He looked at the car and shouted almost immediately, “Ella, don’t go with him!” Weston deliberately slowed down. He enjoyed seeing Justin defeated miserably, but he found it boring. He had won so easily that it did not bring him any joy.On the contrary, the woman sitting beside him was far more interesting to him.Stella lowered her eyes and looked at Justin who was fi

She was disgusted by everything he did!She felt goosebumps rising on her skin. She was like a hedgehog on full alert. When Weston forcibly possessed her, her spikes would stab.Weston suddenly lost interest and closed his eyes. He ordered, “Go to the bathroom to clean up.”Then, he turned to leave.Before leaving, he seemed to have remembered something. He paused again and ordered, “You only have half an hour. Come to the bedroom half an hour later. Otherwise, I don’t mind bathing you.”Hearing the sound of the door closed, Stella raised her head and fell to her knees tiredly. She leaned her head against the coffee table with her eyes blank. After a while, she propped herself up and dragged herself into the bathroom in exhaustion.She knew Weston was not joking, that he was serious about his threat.She went into the bathtub and closed her eyes. Then, she submerged into the warm water.How good would it be to sleep right in? However, she could not. She still had Roger. She had

She was full of thorns. Once she calmed down, her only wish was to hurt Weston as much as she could.The man’s eyes darkened. He pressed his finger against Stella’s lips. He remained impassive and did not stop pressing until Stella blushed and coughed a few times. When Stella calmed down and was about to speak, Weston did the same trick again. He repeated it a few times. How could Stella not understand what he meant?Weston wanted her to stop saying things he did not want to hear. He was so assertive! She closed her eyes in exhaustion and lay in his arms like a dead fish, refusing to move.Although she showed so much negative resistance, Weston still felt content with her in his arms. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her on the hair. “That’s a good girl.”Their peaceful silence was short-lived. A short moment later, the phone on the bedside table suddenly vibrated again.Weston frowned. He did not need to look at it to know who was calling.In the darkness, Ste

Guinevere did not think Wendy would say something like that to her!She knew Wendy did not like her very much, but she did not expect her to express it so clearly. After Wendy left, Guinevere felt uncomfortable and fidgeted around. She wanted to call Weston, only to realize that she had broken her phone.She looked at her empty hands. For the first time, they felt so cold, unable to grasp anything.…When Wendy returned to her room, she glanced at the man leaning against the bed.She said nothing as she sat in front of the dresser and did her skincare routines.When she was young, she was a famous beauty. Her incomparable beauty was almost the best in the entertainment industry. However, she left the scene too early and married Chris during the peak of her popularity. Now, Guinevere was crowned as the most popular and beautiful person.The more beautiful a woman was, the more arrogant she would become. Wendy was no exception.She had loved only one man in her life. Her requ

To Stella, Weston had gradually become no different from Guinevere, both control freaks that played with the lives of others at will.His fingers gradually tightened on her. Stella felt a compelling pressure from him—she could sense the man’s displeasure. Even so, she did not flinch and just looked into his eyes like this.“Stop wasting time and tell me. What should I do to make you let me go?” The hint of gentleness in his eyes gradually faded. He simply looked at her and enunciated carefully, “Never.”…Stella never imagined that Weston would drive her to work one day. She sat in the passenger seat with no expression on her face.Weston tapped his fingers on the steering wheel and occasionally glanced in Stella’s direction. The black Cullinan attracted the attention of many people on the road. A luxury car like this was a sight to behold wherever it went.When they were approaching the training center, Stella finally spoke.“Drop me off at the next intersection. I’ll walk