Mr. Ford Is Jealous Chapter 1094

Chapter 1094Chapter 1094
Weston looked up and down at her.
Stella had gotten used to wearing a nightgown at home. The light pink cotton fabric gave her a docile
disposition.
At least, there was nothing to suggest that she could have hurt, poisoned, or killed him.
Weston cupped her chin and made her look into his eyes. “Did you miss me?”
Stella‘s nose suddenly felt sore. With an aggrieved face, she asked, “Have you deliberately stayed away
from home?”
She hooked onto his neck with her arms and buried her head in his arms.
“I‘ve heard it all. All those rumors out there are...”
Stella slowly tightened her fingers and clutched the hem of his shirt. “Are the rumors true? Are you going
to reconcile with Guinevere...”
“Who told you that?” Weston frowned and pulled her out of his arms. He wanted to see her full face.
Stella‘s eyes were a bit red. Weston could not tell if her sad look was real or fake. He was unsure if she
was really sad or if it was all an act.
“No one told me.” Stella shook her head. “Is it true? You don‘t want me anymore?”
Her question seemed to hit him harder than the words he had heard on the phone earlier.
Weston had to grit his teeth hard to suppress the raging emotions in him. The veins on his forehead and
the backs of his hands were bulging. He propped himself above her, tipped her chin, and kissed her
without a word.
The sound of their passionate kisses could make hearts
race.
Weston kissed her so hard, like he was trying to eat her up. His possessive aura was dense in the air.
“I won‘t leave you.” Weston rasped and whispered in her ear, “I‘ll never leave you.”
Weston had resigned to his fate. Even if it were all an act, he would take it.
It turned out that hungry men who hadn‘t satisfied their urges for days were the worst. Stella often
admired Weston‘s self–control. He could go a long time without touching her, but whenever the fire
ignited, he would devour her like an insatiable and unstoppable beast. They went from the sofa in the
living room to the stairs and then to the bedroom. Weston did not bother restraining himself when they
moved to the bathroom. Even during the heat of the moment, Weston didn‘t forget to take out a box of condoms from a nearby
cabinet.
Stella pressed his arm with slightly red eyes. She asked, “ You didn‘t use it the last time. Why are you
using it this time...”
Weston looked down at her and pressed a kiss on her
forehead. “You‘re about to have your period. It‘s not a good time to go straight in.”
He leaned into her ears and said slowly, “You‘re too weak.”
Stella paused a little and blushed. Then, she said helplessly, “What‘s the point of caring about this? I‘m
not going to get pregnant anyway.” Weston froze a little. Then, he wrapped his arms around his waist
tightly, sweeping her up like a storm.
He kissed her hard on the lips, making her unable to speak. Naturally, he did not want her to repeat such
things.
Stella soon drowned in the whirlpool of his fiery passion.
The two of them had not spoken for days, and they seemed to have grown a little distant because of the
cold war, though everything seemed to have faded.
No one knew how long it took before the intimate moments inside the mansion calmed down.
Joan had taken care of them for a period. She was experienced enough and knew not to disturb them at
such a moment. Otherwise, they would end up in an awkward situation.
Joan went out to do some shopping, leaving the two alone in the mansion. Stella was covered in sweat as if she had just been fished out of the water. She lay on Weston‘s chest
and panted hard as she curled her fingers weakly.
“Didn‘t those women out there satisfy you?”
Weston furrowed his brow slightly. The lust in his eyes remained burning
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