Lahat ng Kabanata ng Mr. Ford Is Jealous: Kabanata 721 - Kabanata 730

Weston took a deep breath and tried his best to suppress the dull aching pain inside of him. Someone had noticed his presence there…“Weston?” his mother called out. “What are you doing, standing over there like that? Come over here!”Stella’s body stiffened instantly when she heard what Wendy was saying. She had finally just relaxed and was able to hold Zach in her arms with ease, but now she suddenly didn’t know what to do, and her eyes darted around in panic.Zach seemed to sense her distress, and he, too started to get restless. He shook his little arms and legs and began to yell. “Waaa! Waaa!”It looked like he was trying to get Stella’s attention. “I think he really likes you!” Wendy exclaimed. Zach had shown much interest in Stella since he first met her on the film set. His big gleaming eyes would be fixed on her as if he could already tell that she was a beautiful woman even though he was not even a toddler yet.“He wouldn’t let anyone hold him at home,” Wendy conti

For some reason, Weston was particularly gentle that night. Like any other hot-blooded man, Weston would turn savage when he was engrossed in lust and desire. Perhaps it was akin to a primal instinct, but in those passionate moments, he would completely lose all rationality as he plundered and looted no holds barred.No matter how much he cared about Stella’s feelings and tried to be careful, he would be absolutely unrestrained and even beastly at the peak of his pleasure.But that night, as he pinned her against the bathroom wall, Stella could feel a streak of warm tenderness amidst his ferocity. He placed his large hand on her flat belly, and the warmth from his hand flowed continuously onto her skin, partially shielding her from the cold tiles on the wall. 　　Stella pressed her against his chest while the front of her body clung to the icy wall, creating a stark contrast of fiery passion on one side and chilling hardness on the other.“Gently, please…” she begged after a whi

Downstairs. As Stella was walking down the stairs, she heard the housekeeper reporting to Wendy. “After Mr. Ford left last night, he never returned…” Wendy sat before the dining table, playing with Zack in her arms. She said without a hitch in her expression, “Did he call this morning?” “Yes, he did…” The housekeeper shook her head with a distressed face. “He did call, but he said…” “What did he say?” “He said he won’t be coming back to eat or to stay the night during this period…” Wendy sneered. “Whatever.” He was willing to stay away from home for Guinevere Cohen. The housekeeper did not want to make any unnecessary comments about their family matters. She simply stood silently at a side. Warren was also at the dining table, a rare occurrence for him, and he was sipping on his tea, “It’s probably because I let Ella stay at the Ford Manion last night, and he feels upset with the both of us.” Despite her anger, Wendy remained respectful in face of her own father

Nobody expected Weston to appear. At that time, he should have been working in his office. Yet here he was at the Ford Mansion. As though he only had eyes for Stella, he made a beeline for her and whispered tender words into her ears, without a single care for Guinevere who was standing right there. Guinevere mumbled, “Weston…” She didn’t expect him to return so suddenly. She was still speaking aggressively and fiercely to Stella just a minute ago, and now she was at a loss at how to collect herself. Wendy was still in a daze as Zack kicked in her arms, yelping, “Ah! Ah!” The milk bottle was tilted at an angle such that he could not drink the remainder of the milk. Wendy snapped back to attention and tilted the bottle so that he could continue drinking. “Weston, why are you back so suddenly?” Weston sat down next to Stella and said, “I head out just to settle some urgent matters. She’s still here; I won’t go anywhere.” His bias was clear for all to see. Wendy smiled

Stella didn’t want to respond to him. However, she was locked in his embrace and had her face cupped between his hands. She had no choice but to stare right back into his deep, dark eyes. “Weston, let me down…” He lifted her chin. “You’re still angry. How can I let you go yet?” Stella squirmed in discomfort under his hot, brazen stare. She turned her face away and insisted, “I’m not angry.” “Are you sure about that?” Weston pinched her chin harder and forced her to look back into his eyes. “Liar, one more charge against you.” With that, he leaned in closer to Stella’s lips. That fresh and familiar scent of his was an invasion of her olfactory senses. It was the smell of his aftershave, perhaps mixed with a faint scent of tobacco from his menthol cigarettes. It didn’t smell bad, though. The warm gust of air from his nose and mouth lingered on her skin, numbing her wherever it touched. Stella tried to avoid his touch and furrowed her brows. “Let’s get on the road. S