Semua Bab Mr. Ford Is Jealous: Bab 1191 - Bab 1200

“Don’t move. Just let me hug you for a while.”Stella seemed to catch on to what he was doing and glanced at the Cullinan through the rearview mirror. She chuckled and made no objections.Meanwhile, in the other car, Weston’s eyes turned gloomy as he stared at the appalling sight of the two people hugging. He gripped the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles turned white. He said nothing, he just switched on the turn signal and honked—The screeching noise rang through the parking lot. Bradley straightened up in his seat and whispered to Stella, “He looks angry now. Do you need my help?”“No,” she replied. “I’ll deal with him myself.”“Are you sure you don’t need my help?” Bradley asked again, staring deeply at her. Now that he had provoked Weston’s ire, there was no way he’d let things go without causing some trouble.He was, in fact, waiting for Stella to speak up, to ask for his help.But all she did was shake her head lightly as she toyed with her earrings with her f

Not this again…Not Weston acting all passionate again.“Let go of me now!” Stella yelled, glowering as she pushed him away.But Weston didn’t budge. He just kept gazing at her, searching for something.Stella took a deep breath and told him, “Don’t make me hate you more than I already do.” Those words instantly made him ease his grasp on her ever so slightly. But as soon as she sensed that his grip was loosening, Stella took the chance and shoved him forcefully away and said, “It’s getting late. You should go home now, Mr. Ford.”Then she turned and left straight away.She headed towards the elevator and pressed the button. Weston didn’t follow her this time. He just stood there in the dark corner, his gaze steadily following her every move, with eyes so dark and profound that they seemed to be merging with the darkness of the night.Stella watched him through the gap in the elevator door. For a moment, she thought she could perceive an indelible sadness and loneliness r

No wonder even Marcus Garcia wanted Miguel to give Ahn City a try. The Garcias were already the most esteemed and prominent family in Compassvale, but they were ambitious. They wanted Miguel, who was still very young, to pick up some skills here and gain valuable experience by being a Ford Corporation employee.This alone demonstrated the Garcia family’s audacity and cunning. “I’ll find a way. Somehow.” Miguel sighed. He laid the documents on the coffee table and exclaimed, “I simply refuse to believe that apart from Weston Ford, there’s just no one else in the whole of Ahn City that we can work with!”“But working with him would clearly be most beneficial for us,” argued Stella. “Wouldn’t it?”She flipped through the documents and pointed at a line of words on one of them, saying, “With your qualifications, as long as you could properly point out the benefits that you would bring them, I believe that there’s a high chance that Ford Corporation will agree to work with you.”She

Stella found herself so tightly in Weston’s arms that she couldn’t move an inch. She tried to kick him, but Weston grabbed her ankle and held it in place before pulling her closer to his chest.The difference between their physical strengths was just too big. Without any effort, Weston then took off Stella’s shoes, before he began to pull down her pantyhose.“Weston!” she glared coldly at him, planting her feet on his knees in an attempt to shirk away. Instead, he took hold of her hand while his other hand finally found her secret spot.“Get away from me!” she yelped, losing her temper. “Don’t you dare touch me!”“But you’re the one touching me right now,” Weston replied in a raspy voice, gazing at her with eyes brimming with pressing desire and desperate yearning. “Do you know how much I’ve suffered these past few years?” he whispered in her ear, guiding her hand toward his manhood. “I’ve been like this every day… whenever I thought of you, I’d imagine you by my side, but each

Stella looked away from him. Three years had passed, but there was one thing about him that remained absolutely the same—he still emanated this undeniably intimidating air that made looking straight into his eyes an arduous affair.“I’ve brought you some documents about my projects,” she said, standing up. “Why don’t you take a look at it?”She had no desire to keep playing games with him. She had been here long enough. Weston seemed completely unsurprised. He tapped his fingers on the table and got up to sit back down in his chair.“Since you’re here to talk business,” he said, looking at her with the shadow of a smile, “then let’s talk with a business attitude. You must’ve done your research before coming here, so I’m sure I don’t need to tell you what to do.”Stella got up and placed the documents in her hands down in front of him. With a serious and professional tone, she said, “I hope that you would consider working with this tech startup. It’s not easy for a well-known br