Mr. Ford Is Jealous のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 551 - チャプター 560

Stella refused to listen to him.Immersed in her illusions, the isolation and helplessness she felt were unforgettable.Maybe it was because of the incident in the bar that she was too worried about Roger that her memories of her predicament surfaced.“Grandma, it’s Uncle Michael who did something wrong. Instead of blaming me, why don’t you blame the wrong person instead?”The roommate immediately looked aggrieved. Her eyes were red when she said, “I didn’t want to come at first. But thinking that Stella was alone here, I came to accompany her. How would I know that I would meet Michael? I didn’t know what happened to me. Perhaps I lost my mind. I just couldn’t refuse him when I saw him…”Grandma Sealey’s face turned gloomy the moment she heard that. “Both Michael and Diana are at fault. If it wasn’t for her inability to control her man, he wouldn’t have been seduced by a young woman!”Grandpa Sealey, who was beside her, echoed, “Indeed, it was your aunt who failed to please her

Stella was locked up for the entire duration of the funeral.On the last day, it was Michael who came to unlock the door.“Stella, must you be so stubborn? As long as you keep this a secret, you won’t have to suffer.”Michael was the youngest son born to an aging Grandma and Grandpa Sealey. Naturally, he was spoiled.Although only ten years older than Stella, she had always respected him, believing that he was a decent gentleman. Unexpectedly, this was what he did to Diana.To make matters worse, the woman he had an affair with was her roommate.Stella closed her eyes. Her lips were chapped from dehydration. With a raspy voice, she said, “Why did you treat her that way?”“Our relationship is not what you think.”He suddenly knelt in front of her and raised her face. “Your look totally different from your parents, yet you are just as stubborn.” He relaxed his gaze. “That part is indeed a bit like a Sealey.”“I am a Sealey!”She pushed his hands away weakly. “How is Roger?”

Stella never talked to Weston about her family.Even though Ben had submitted a complete and detailed report of Stella’s background when they first got married, Weston didn’t pay much attention to it because he wasn’t interested at all. All he knew was that Stella had long severed all contact with her family and left her home with Roger before surviving on their own. Seeing how tormented she had looked in her sleep just now, Weston realized that he knew too little about her. He even assumed that Stella’s emotions were probably stabilizing gradually since it wasn’t that often that she had nightmares about her baby.Little did he know that her mind was plagued by another nightmare.She was only in her early twenties. How could she have gone through so much in her young life?He turned glum. He took her hand and kissed it gently before telling her, “You should go wash up a little, okay?”Stella was still in a daze. When she finally woke up, she felt like all her energy had been s

It was clear Weston knew very little of Stella’s past life.…The sound of rushing water filled the bathroom. After soaking in the bathtub for a while, Stella finally got up and turned on the shower. She had no idea Weston recently loved letting Stella soak in the bath. He would even help her clean her body with a curious fervor as if the activity gave him a lot of pleasure.But Stella never liked soaking in the bathtub.Now that he had gotten angry and left the room, there was no reason to keep soaking. So she got out and took a shower instead.The water soon stopped flowing. Stella opened the door and walked out…As soon as she stepped into the bedroom, her eyes met with Weston’s, and she stopped dead in her tracks.“You’re not in bed yet?” she asked, breaking the silence.Weston looked coldly at her and said nothing. He seemed to be trying to ignore her.Stella’s eyes glimmered. She, too, said nothing. Weston was getting more and more unpredictable these days. She had n

Weston’s eyes were still cold and distant, but they fixated on her. He was now sitting in bed and seemed to have no intention to come over and help Stella up to her feet.It was clear to her that he was still angry. He was mad over her recklessness in going to a place like a bar and even provoking someone there, causing him trouble. Knowing this, she did not expect him to come to help her, and she slowly got up herself.Now that the lamp was on, she could easily pick up the first aid kit and place it in front of him. She sat down on the bed and slowly untied his nightdress without looking at him. She pulled his sleeve down to reveal a large, fresh wound on his shoulder.With his entire shoulder exposed, Stella could clearly see his bulging muscles. His body looked strong and smooth, even more, impressive than some fashion model’s.Weston remained silent. Stella said nothing either.As she focused on the wound, her eyes were caught by the bruises on his knuckles. It was plain that